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SABBATH  SCHOOL 

HYMN  BOOK. 


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ECLECTIC 


SABBATH- SCHOOL 


HYMN-BOOK. 


COMPILED  BY 

AN   OLD   S.  S.  SUPERINTENDENT, 

ASSISTED  BY 

A  NUMBER  OF  S.  S.  TEACHERS-^sD  OTHERS. 

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BALTIMORE: 
T.NEWTON   KURTZ, 

151  West  Pratt  Street. 
1870. 


Entered,  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  tl  e  year  1368,  by 

T.NEWTON   KUKTZ, 

in  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  United 
Btates  for  the  District  of  Maryland. 


STEREOTYPED   BY   MACKELLAR,  SMITHS   &  JORDAN, 

PHILADELPHIA. 

SHERMAN  &  CO.,  PRINTERS. 


PREFACE. 


What  !  another  Suxday-School  Hymk  Book  ! 
many  will  doubtless  exclaim.  Yes;  but  we  claim 
for  this  one  certain  peculiarities  and  advantages 
possessed. by  no  other,  which,  we  think,  will  be 
obvious  to  all  who  will  give  it  a  careful  examina- 
tion. 

It  is  an  acknowledged  fact,  that  in  most  of  the 
Sunday-school  music-books  published,  there  are 
found  hymns  and  tunes  of  doubtful  propriety 
for  the  use  of  Sabbath-schools,  while  others  are 
.absolutely  worthless.  It  has  been  our  aim  to 
carefully  cull  the  choicest  hymns  and  tunes  scat- 
tered among  the  most  popular  Sunday-school 
music-books, — such  as  have  become  general  favor- 
ites,— and  embody  them  in  this  little  volume. 

Heretofore,  in  order  to  use  these  favorite  hymns 
and  tunes,  it  has  been  necessary  that  the  whole 
school  be  supplied  with  several  different  sets  of 
Sunday-school  music-books,  involving  no  little 
expense  and  considerable  annoyance;  it  is  just 
here  that  the  peculiar  advantages  of  this  collection 
are  manifest:  only  this  one  book  will  be  required. 
Comparatively  few  Sunday-school  scholars  under- 
stand or  are  able  to  read  music  at  sight:  they 
learn  the  tunes,  for  the  most  part,  by  air:  it  is 

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4  PREFACE. 

only  necessary,  therefore,  that  the  Chorister  or 
Leader  be  supplied  with  a  single  copy  of  each  of 
the  ?/^.s/c-books  containing  these  hymns;  the 
scholars  will  follow  the  Leader,  and  readily  catch 
the  tune  after  two  or  three  rehearsals.  Thus  every 
school  can  enjoy  a  much  wider  range  of  music, 
and  at  much  less  expense.  On  the  score  of  economy 
alone,  therefore,  regardless  of  its  intrinsic  merits, 
this  Sunday-School  Hymn-Book  should  recom- 
mend itself  to  the  favorable  consideration  of  all 
interested  in  the  Sunday-School  cause. 

The  selections  have  been  made  mainly  from  the 
Sunday-School  Bell,  Nos.  1  and  2;  the  Golden 
Chain,  Shower,  Censer,  and  Harp ;  the  Sunday- 
School  ITosanna,  Diadem,  Casket,  Oriola,  Happy 
Voices,  Pilgrims'  Songs,  Glad  Tidings,  Fresh 
Laurels,  etc. 

Above  each  Hymn  will  be  found  the  name  of 
the  Books  or  Tune,  and  the  page  on  which  the 
music  can  be  found.  The  L.  M.,  C.  M.,  S.  M.,  &c. 
hymns  have  appropriate  tunes  designated ;  but 
others  can  be  substituted  to  suit  the  taste  of  the 
Leader  or  choice  of  the  School. 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 


G.  Chain  4,  G,  Tidings  123,  Happy  Voices  97,  Oriolal44. 

THE  SUNDAY-SCHOOL, 

1.  The  Sunday-school,  that  blessed  place ! 
Oh,  I  would  rather  stay 

Within  its  walls,  a  child  of  grace, 
Than  spend  my  hours  in  play. 

The  Sunday-school,  the  Sunday-school, 

Oh,  'tis  the  place  I  love, 
For  there  I  learn  the  golden  rule 
Which  leads  to  joys  above. 

2.  'Tis  there  I  learn  that  Jesus  died 
For  sinners  such  as  I ; 

Oh,  what  has  all  the  world  beside, 
That  I  should  prize  so  high  ? 
The  Sunday-school,  &c. 

3.  Then  let  our  grateful  tribute  rise, 
And  songs  of  praise  be  given, 

To  Him  who  dwells  above  the  skies, 
For  such  a  blessing  given. 

The  Sunday-school,  &c. 

4.  And  welcome,  then,  the  Sunday-schcol ! 
We'll  read,  and  sing,  and  pray, 

That  we  may  keep  the  golden  rule, 
And  never  from  it  stray. 

The  Sunday-school,  &c. 

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6  DAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

~  G.  Chain  5.  S.  S.  Ilosjinna  6G. 

&         SUNDAY-SCHOOL  RECRUITING  SONG.     ' 

1.  To  our  dear  Sabbath-seliool  there  ought  many  to 

come, 
Who  spend  Sunday  wandering  or  trifling  at  home ; 
I'll  try  to  bring  one,  or  I'll  try  to  bring  tv:o, 
Yes,  all  that  I  can  I'm  determined  to  do. 
God  meant  all  the  people  who  live  in  this  place 
To  hear  of  his  goodness  and  join  in  his  praise; 
So  I'll  try  to  bring  one,  or  I'll  try  to  bring  two, 
Yes,  all  that  I  can  I'm  determined  to  do. 

2.  Let  me  think :  are  there  none  of  the  dear  ones  at 

home, 
The  large  or  the  little,  who  never  have  come  ? 
Oh,  I'll  beg,  and  I'll  coax,  try  for  one,  try  for  two, 
Yes,  all  that  I  can  I'm  determined  to  do. 
My  cousins  and  playmates,  who  live  in  this  street, 
I'll  ask  them  to  come,  the  next  time  that  we  meet ; 
Who  knows  but  among  them  I'll  get  one  or  two? 
For  all  that  I  can  I'm  determined  to  do. 

3.  Out  there  in  the  lot  that  I  pass  every  day, 
How  many  spend  Sunday  in  frolic  or  play  ! 

If  I  could  but  get  one  of  those  boys,  now,  or  two, 
To  come  here  next  Sabbath,  what  good  it  might  do! 
Perhaps  up  to  heaven  some  day  I  may  go  ; 
What  glory  and  blessedness  then  I  shall  know! 
But  I  want  in  that  glory  that  many  may  share, 
That  one,  two,  yes,  all  I  can  take,  may  be  there. 

^  S.  S.Bell,  No.  1—31. 

O  COME  TO  THE  SABBATH-SCHOOL. 

1.  Come  to  the  Sabbath-school,  all  children  come; 

Cheerful  its  pious  rule,  pleasant  as  home; 

Leave  rude  and  naughty  plays,  love  and  keep  the 

holy  days, 
Come,  learn  to  pray  and  praise  in  Sabbath-school. 


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2.  Come,  where  our  teachers  meet,  faithful  and  true ; 
Come,  learn  the  lessons  sweet,  ready  for  you  ; 
Coined  school  will  not  be  long  ;  come,  join  our  happy 

throng ; 
Come,  sing  our  pretty  song  in  Sabbath-school. 

3.  Oh,  there's  a  school  on  high,  where  angels  praise; 
Joy  beams  in  every  eye,  sweet  strains  they  raise ; 
There  seraph  children  sing  anthems  to  our  glorious 

King, 
And  crowns  to  Jesus  bring, — blest  Sabbath-school. 


Diadem  12,  or  Oriola  65.  8s,  7s,  Double. 

DSAS,  SABBATH-SCHOOL, 

1.  Yes,  dear  Sabbath-school,  I  love  thee : 
Here  I  meet  with  friends  most  dear ; 

None  to  scorn  or  feel  above  me, 
None  to  dread  with  slavish  fear ; 

And  the  teachers, 

And  the  teachers, 
Kindly  all  my  lessons  hear ; 

And  the  teachers, 

And  the  teachers, 
Kindly  all  my  lessons  hear. 

2.  Here  I  learn  of  richer  treasures 
Than  the  mines  of  earth  afford ; 

Earthly  friends  and*  earthly  pleasures 
Shall  not  keep  me  from  the  Lord : 

Precious  lessons 
Here  are  spoken  from  his  word. 

3.  Yet  my  heart  is  fill'cl  with  wonder : 
Parents,  teachers,  can  you  tell 

Why  neglected  many  wander, 

When  so  near  the  school  they  dwell  ? 

Oh,  invite  them  : 
They  will  love  the  school  so  well. 


b  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

4.  I  will  go#and  tell  those  children 
There  is  room  for  them  and  me ; 

And  to  school  will  straightway  bring  them, 
If  persuaded  they  will  be: 

I  am  thankful 
That  my  friends  invited  me. 

w        S.  S.  Bell,  No.  1—17,  Oriola  62,  or  C.  Tidings  46. 
O  HAPPY  GREETING  TO  ALL. 

1.  Come,  children,  and  join  in  our  festival  song, 
And  hail  the  sweet  joys  which  this  day  brings  along," 
We'll  join  our  glad  voices  in  one  hymn  of  praise 
To  God,  who  has  kept  us  and  lengthen' d  our  days. 

Chorus. — Happy  greeting  to  all ! 

*  Happy  greeting  to  all ! 

Happy  greeting,  happy  greeting, 
Happy  greeting  to  all ! 

2.  Our  Father  in  heaven,  we  lift  up  to  thee 
Our  voice  of  thanksgiving,  our  glad  jubilee; 

Oh,  bless  us,  and  guide  us,  dear  Saviour,  we  pray, 
That  from  thy  blest  precepts  we  never  may  stray. 
Chorus. — Happy  greeting,  &c. 

3.  And  if,  ere  this  glad  year  has  drawn  to  a  close, 
Some  loved  one  among  us  in  death  shall  repose, 
Grant,  Lord,  that  the  spirit  in  heaven  may  dwell, 
In  the  bosom  of  Jesus,  where  all  shall  be  well. 

Chorus. — Happy  greeting,  &c. 

L  Kind  teachers,  we  children  would  thank  you  this 

day 
That  faithfully,  kindly,  you've  taught  us  the  way 
How  we  may  escape  from  the  world's  sinful  charms, 
And  find  a  safe  refuge  in  the  Saviour's  loved  arms. 

Chorus. — Happy  greeting,  &c. 

5.  Dear  pastor,  we  ask  thee,  as  lambs  of  thy  fold, 
To  teach  us  that  wisdom  more  precious  than  gold ; 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 


Our  footsteps  to  guide  in  the  pathway  of  truth, 
To  "  love  our  Creator  in  the  days  of  our  youth." 
Chokus. — Happy  greeting,  &c. 


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S.  S.  Bell,  No.  1— G6,  Oriola  20.     8s,  7s,  Double. 
SAB,  SCHOOLS  MUST  HAVE  THEIR  CONCERT. 

1.  Sabbath-schools  must  have  their  concert 
When  the  appointed  time  comes  round ; 

Surely  'tis  a  precious  meeting, 
For  the  children  there  are  found. 

'Tis  not  safe  to  pass  it  over 
For  the  rain  or  for  the  snow ; 

Children  love  their  own  dear  meeting : 
Parents,  why  not  let  them  go  ? 

2.  There  they  sing  of  Him  who  never 
Thrust  aside  their  precious  claims, 

But  took  children  to  his  bosom, 

As  a  shepherd  doth  his  lambs. 
Some  there  were  who  tried  to  keep  them 

Waiting  till  some  other  day; 
Yet  the  Lord,  their  zeal  rebuking, 

Told  them  of  a  better  way. 

3.  There  their  hearts  go  up  to  heaven, 
On»the  fragrant  breath  of  prayer  ; 

Who  shall  say  it  is  too  early 

For  the  children  to  be  there? 
Jesus  says,  Why  should  they. linger 

(Speaking  from  his  throne  above) 
Till  they  are  a  little  older, 

Since  they're  old  enough  to  love? 

4.  Oh,  then,  let  them  have  their  conceit, 
Be  the  weather  foul  or  fair ; 

So  that  when  the  Saviour  calls  them, 
They  may  answer,  "  Here  we  are." 

Tell  them  they  can't  come  too  early 
To  their  Friend  who  reigns  above ; 


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8 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

For  ere  they  can  lisp  his  praises, 
They  are  old  enough  to  love. 

S.  S.  Bell,  No.  1—28.  75  and  S, 

WHERE  DO  CHILDREN  LOVE  TO  GO? 

1.  Where  do  children  love  to  go 
When  the  wintry  breezes  blow  ? 
What  is  it  attracts  them  so? 

'Tis  the  Sunday-school. 

2.  "When  the  spring  re-decks  the  trees, 
And  a  warmth  comes  with  the  breeze, 
Children  can  thank  God  for  these, 

In  the  Sunday-school. 

3.  Where  do  children  love  to  be 
When  the  summer  birds  we  see 
WTarbling  praise  on  every  tree  ? 

In  the  Sunday-school. 

4.  When  the  autumn  blasts  so  chill 
Every  flower  of  earth  must  kill, 
Where  do  children  gather  still? 

In  the  Sunday-school. 

5.^  Where  are  they  so  kindly  taught 
Who  should  rule  in  every  thought, 
What  the  blood  of  Christ  has  bought  ? 
In  the  Sunday-school. 

G.  May  we  love  this  holy  day, 
Love  to  sing,  and  read,  and  pray, — 
Find  salvation's  narrow  way, — * 
In  the  Sunday-school. 

G.  Shower  103. 

SWEET  REST  IN  HEAVEN. 

1.  Come,  schoolmates,  don't  grow  weary, 
But  let  us  journey  on  ; 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  11 

Tlie  moments  will  not  tarry, 
This  life  will  soon  be  gone. 
Chorus. — There  is  sweet  rest  in  heaven, 
There  is  sweet  rest  in  heaven, 
There  is  sweet  rest,  there  is  sweet  rest, 
There  is  sweet  rest  in  heaven. 

2.  We've  listed  for  the  army, 
We've  listed  for  the  war  ; 

We'll  fight  until  we  conquer, 
By  faith  and  humble  prayer. 

Cho. — There  is  sweet  rest,  &c. 

3.  Our  Captain's  gone  before  us, 
He  bids  us  all  to  come  ; 

High  up  in  endless  glory 
He's  fitted  up  our  home. 

Cho. — There  is  sweet  rest,  &c. 

4.  And  Jesus  will  be  with  us 
E'en  to  our  journey's  end, 

In  every  sore  affliction 

His  "  present  help"  to  lend. 

Cho. — There  is  sweet  rest,  &c. 

5.  Then  glory  be  to  Jesus, 
Who  bought  us  with  his  blood, 

And  glory  be  to  Jesus, 
Who  gives  us  every  good. 

Cho. — There  is  sweet  rest,  &c. 


Q  G.  Chain  51,  S.  S.  Bell,  No.  1— 50. 

**  THE  MOBBING  BELLS.  Ss  <£■  7s. 

1.  Hark  !  the  morning  bells  are  ringing! 

Children,  haste  without  delay  ; 
Prayers  of  thousands  now  are  winging 
Up  to  heav'n  their  silent  way. 
Cho. — Come,  children,  come  !  the  bells  are  ringing, 
To  the  school  with  haste  repair; 


12  SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Let  us  all  unite  in  singing, 
All  unite  in  solemn  prayer. 

2.  'Tis  an  hour  of  happy  meeting, 
Children  meet  for  praise  and  prayer; 

But  the  hour  is  short  and  fleeting, 
Let  us  then  be-  early  there. 

Cho. — Come,  children,  come  !  &c. 

3.  Do  not  keep  our  teachers  waiting, 
While  you  tarry  by  the  way, 

Kor  disturb  the  school  reciting: 
'Tis  the  holy  Sabbath-day. 

Cho. — Come,  children,  come!  &c. 

4.  Children,  haste  !  the  bells  are  ringing, 


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And  the  morning's  bright  and  fair  p 
Thousands  now  unite  in  singing, 
Thousands,  too,  in  solemn  prayer. 

Cho. — Come,  children,  come!  &c. 

Happy  Voices  29. 

FORBID  THEM  NOT.  '•  v 

1.  V>thex  many  to  the  Saviour's  feet 
Their  little  children  brought, 

And  from  the  source  of  blessedness 

A  Saviour's  blessing  sought ; 
To  some  who  with  mistaken  zeal 

The  near  approach  forbade, 
"Let  little  children  come  to  me," 

The  blessed  Saviour  said. 

2.  "Forbid  them  not,  nor  harshly  chide 
Their  wish  to  see  my  f; 

For  little  children  such  as  these 

My  Father's  kingdom  grace." 
Then,  gathered  in  his  loving  arms 

And  folded  to  his  br< 
He  pour'd  a  blessing  all  divine 

On  every  little  guest. 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  13 

3.  Dear  children,  Jesus  is  the  same, 
Though  now  enthroned  above ; 

He  waits  to  bless  you,  as  of  old, 

AYith  his  forgiving  love. 
He  marks  with  joy  each  faint  attempt 

Hirs  favor  to  obtain, 
And  those  who  early  seek  his  face 

Shall  never  seek  in  vain. 

4.  But  sin  prevents,  and  Satan  strives 
To  keep  you  from  his  arms ; 

And  to  allure  the  soul  away, 

The  world  displays  its  charms. 
But  look  to  Jesus,  for  "his  power 

Your  foes  can  ne'er  withstand ; 
Let  him  but  say,  "  Forbid  them  not," 

They'll  fly  at  his  command. 


^  _g  Happy  Toices  30. 

11  COME  TO  THE  SAVIOUR  TO-DAY, 

1.  Oh,  come  to  the  Saviour,  dear  children,  to-day, 
'Tis  folly  to  wait  till  you're  older ; 

The  heart  is  now  tender,  but,  if  you  delay, 
'Twill  surely  grow  harder  and  bolder. 
Chorus. — The  Saviour  is  calling  to-day ; 

He  waits  to  receive  you  and  save ; 
Give  heed  to  the  warning, 
Ere  life's  sunny  morning 

Be  closed  in  the  night  of  the  grave. 

2.  You  hear  of  the  cross  where  Immanuel  bled, 
And  tears  down  your  faces  are  stealing  ; 

But  when  a  few  years  have  roil'd  over  your  head, 
You'll  hear  of  that  cross  without  feeling. 
Cho. — The  Saviour  is  calling  to-day,  &c. 

3.  How  many  short  graves  in  the  graveyard  you  see 
How  many  dear  children  there  slumber ! 


14  SUNDAY-SCHOOL    ETSMNS. 

And  few  may  the  days  of  your  pilgrimage  be; 
Xo  mortal  can  tell  US  their  number. 

Clio. — The  Saviour  is  calling  to-day,  &c. 

4.  Then  fly  to  the  Saviour,  dear  children,  to-day, 

While  life's  feeble  taper  is  burning; 
The  Spirit  now  strives ;  should  ycu  grieve  him  away 

In  vain  may  you  wait  his  returning. 

Clio. — The  Saviour  is  calling  to-day,  &c. 


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S.  S.  Bell,  No.  1—1,  Oriola  162. 

OH,  COME,  LET  US  SING. 

1.  Oh,  come,  let  us  sing, 

Our  youthful  hearts  now  swelling, 
To  God  above,  a  God  of  love, — 

Oh,  come,  let  us  sing  ! 
Our  joyful  spirits,  glad  and  free, 
With  high  emotions  rise  to  thee 
In  heavenly  melody, — 

Oh,  come,  let  us  sing! 

2.  The  full  notes  prolong, 
Our  festal  celebrating, 

We  hail  the  day  with  cheerful  lay, 

And  full  notes  prolong. 
Both  cheerful  youth  and  silvery  age, 
And  childhood  pure,  the  gay,  the  sage, 
These  thrilling  scenes  engage 

Full  notes  to  prolong. 

3.  Oli,  swell,  swell  the  song, 
His  praises  oft  repeating: 

His  Son  he  gave  our  souls  to  save, — 

Oh,  swell,  swell  the  song. 
The  humble  heart's  devotion  bring, 
Whence  gushing  streams  of  love  do  spring, 
And  make  the  welkin  ring 

With  sweet-swelling  song. 

4.  We'll  chant,  chant  bis  praise, 
Our  lofty  strains  now  blending, 


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SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS.  15 

A  tribute  bring  to  Christ  our  King, 

And  chant,  chant  his  praise !    . 
Our  Saviour  Prince  was  crucified, 
"Tis  finish'd!"  then  he  meekly  cried, 
And  bow'd  his  head  and  died, — 

Then  chant,  chant  his  praise  ! 

G.  Chain  8. 

GOD  SPEED  THE  RIGHT. 

1.  Now  to  heaven  our  prayer  ascending, 

God  speed  the  right ! 
In  a  noble  cause  contending, 

God  speed  the  right ! 
Be  their  zeal  in. heaven  recorded, 
With  success  on  earth  rewarded. 

God  speed  the  right ! 

God  speed  the  right ! 

2.  Be  that  prayer  again  repeated, 

God  speed  the  right ! 
Ne'er  despairing,  though  defeated, 

God  speed  the  right  1 
Like  the  good  and  great  in  story, 
If  they  fail,  they  fail  with  glory. 

God  speed  the  right ! 

God  speed  the  right! 

3.  Patient,  firm,  and  persevering, 

God  speed  the  right ! 
Ne'er  the  event  or  danger  fearing, 

God  speed  the  right ! 
Pains,  nor  toils,  nor  trials  heeding, 
And  in  heaven's  own  time  succeeding, 

God  speed  the  right ! 

God  speed  the  right ! 

4.  Still  their  onward  course  pursuing, 

God  speed  the  right ! 

Eyery  foe  at  length  subduing, 

God  speed  the  riglW  { 


Ifi  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMFS. 

Truth,  thy  cause,  wl  ate'er  delay  it, 
There's  no  power  or  earth  can  stay  it. 

God  speed  the  right! 

(lod  speed  the  W.'dit ! 


1-1 


15 


(l.  Chain  14,  S.  S.  Bell,  No.  1—85. 

"WHO  SHALL  SING?  **,  ?* 

1.  Who  shall  sing,  if  not  the  children? 

Did  not  Jesus  die  for  them? 
May  they  not,  with  other  jewels, 

Sparkle  in  his  diadem  ? 
Why  to  them  were  voices  given, 

Bird-like  voices,  sweet  and  clear, 
Why,  unless  the  song  of  heaven 

They  begin  to  practise  h< 

2.  There's  a  choir  of  infant  songsters, 
White-robed,  round  the  Saviour's  throne; 

Angels  cease,  and,  waiting,  listen  ! 
'  Oh,  'tis  sweeter  than  their  own ! 
Faith  can  hear  the  rapturous  choral, 

When  her  ear  is  upward  turn'd ; 
Is  not  this  the  same,  perfected, 

Which  upon  the  earth  they  lcarn'd? 

3.  Jesus,  when  on  earth  sojourning, 
Loved  them  with  a  wondrous  love; 

And  will  he,  to  heaven  returning, 
Faithless  to  his  blessing  prove? 

Oh,  they  cannot  sing  too  early  ! 
Fathers,  stand  not  in  their  way  ! 

Birds  do  sing  while  day  is  breaking — 
Tell  me,  then,  why  should  not  they? 

S.  S.  Bell,  No.  1—20,  S.  S.  Ilosan.  43,  Oriola  127. 

I'M  A  PILGRIM. 

1.  I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger; 
I  can  tarry    I  can  tarry  hut  a  night. 


SUXDAY-SCHOOIi   HYMNS.  17 

Do  not  detain  me,  for  I  am  going 
To  where  the  fountains  are  ever  flowing. 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger, 
I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night. 

2.  There  the  glory  is. ever  shining  : 

I  am  longing,  I  am  longing  for  the  sight. 
Here  in  this  country  so  dark  and  dreary 
I  have  been  wandering,  forlorn  and  weary. 
Chorus. — I'm  a  pilgrim,  &c. 

3.  There's  the  city  to  which  I  journey 
My  Redeemer,  my  Redeemer  is  its  light ; 
There  i3  no  sorrow,  nor  any  sighing, 
There  is  no  sin  there,  nor  any  dying. 

Chorus. — I'm  a  pilgrim,  &c. 


-|  ^       G.  Chain  4,  Hanpy  Voices  90,  S.  S.  Hosan.  181. 

lO  a  m. 

1.  How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear ! 

It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 
Chorus. — I  do  believe,  I  now  believe 
That  Jesus  died  for  me, 
And  through  his  blood,  his  precious  blood, 
I  shall  front  .sin  be  free. 

2.  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 

'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

Chorus. — I  do  believe,  &c. 

3.  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart 
And  cold  my  warmest  thought 

But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 
Chorus. — I  do  believe,  &c. 
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17 


18 


Duke  Street.    S.  S.  Ilosanna  133,  Oriola  153. 

YOUTHFUL  PIETY. 
L.M. 

1.  We  are  but  young,  yet  we  may  sing 
The  praises  of  our  heavenly  King ; 
He  made  the  earth,  the  sea,  the  sky, 
And  all  the  starry  worlds  on  high. 

2.  We  are  but  young,  yet  we  have  heard 
The  gospel  news,  the  heavenly  word : 

If  we  despise  the  only  way, 
Dreadful  will  be  the  judgment  day. 

3.  We  are  but  young,  yet  we  must  die  ; 
Perhaps  our  latter  end  is  nigh ; 
Lord,  may  we  early  seek  thy  grace, 
And  find  in  Christ  a  hiding-place. 

4.  We  are  but  young ;  we  need  a  guide ; 
Jesus,  in  thee  we  would  confide ; 

Oh,  lead  us  in  the  path  of  truth, 
Protect  and  bless  our  helpless  youth. 

5.  We  are  but  young,  yet  God  has  shed 
Unnumber'd  blessings  on  our  head  ; 
Then  let  our  youth  and  riper  days 

Be  all  devoted  to  his  praise. 

■ 
Evan.    Woodstock.    C.  Censer  93,  S.  S.  Hosanna 

a  m. 

1.  Now  condescend,  Almighty  King, 
To  bless  this  happy  throng; 

And  kindly  listen  while  we  sing 
Our  grateful  morning  song. 

2.  We  come  to  own  the  power  divine 
That  watches  o'er  our  days; 

For  this  our  cheerful  voices  join 
In  hymns  of  grateful  praise. 


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SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  19 

3.  We  come  to  learn  thy  holy  word 
And  ask  thy  tender  care ; 

Before  thy  throne,  Almighty  Lord, 
We  bend  in  humble  prayer. 

4.  May  we  in  safety  pass  this  day, 
From  sin  -and  danger  free ; 

And  ever  walk  in  that  sure  way 
That  leads  to  heaven  and  thee. 


O.  Chain  16. 

IF  I  WERE  A  VOICE. 

1.  If  I  were  a  voice,  a  persuasive  voice, 
That  could  travel  the  wide  world  through, 

I  would  fly  on  the  wings  of  the  morning  light, 
And  speak  to  the  men  with  a  gentle  might, 

And  tell  them  to  be  true, 
Be  true,  be  true, 

And  tell  them  to  be  true,  &c. 

2.  I  would  fly,  I  would  fly  o'er  land  and  sea, 
Where  a  human  heart  might  be ; 

I  would  tell  them  a  tale,  or  I'd  sing  a  song, 
In  praise  of  the  right,  in  blame  of  the  wrong, 

And  tell  them  to  be  good, 
Be  good,  be  good, 

And  tell  them  to  be  good,  &c. 

3.  If  I  were  a  voice,  a  consoling  voice, 
I  would  fly  on  the  wings  of  the  air, 

The  houses  of  sorrow  and  guilt  I'd  seek, 
And  calm  and  truthful  words  I'd  speak, 

And  whisper  of"  sweet  hope, 
Sweet  hope,  sweet  hope, 

And  whisper  of  sweet  hope,  &c. 

4.  If  I  were  a  voice,  an  immortal  voice, 
I  would  fly  the  whole  earth  around  ; 

And  wherever  man  with  error  bow'd, 
I'd  publish,  in  notes  both  long  and  loud, 


20  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

The  truth's  most  joyful  sound, 
Joyful  sound,  joyful  sound, 
The  truth's  most  joyful  sound,  &c. 

5.  I  would  fly,  I  would  fly  on  the  wings  of  day, 

And  point  to  the  realms  above ; 
I  would  fly,  I  would  fly  over  city  and  town, 
And  drop  like  a  happy  sunlight  down, 

And  whisper,  God  is  love, 
God  is  love,  God  is  love, 

And  whisper,  God  is  love. 


20 


G.  Chain  32,  Osket  99,  omitting  chorus. 

A  EOME  IN  HEAVEN. 


1.  A  home  in  heaven  !  what  a  joyful  thought, 
As  the  poor  man  toils  in  his  weary  lot, 

His  heart  oppress'd,  and  with  anguish  riven, 
From  his  home  below  to  his  home  in  heaven. 
Cho. — His  home,  his  home,  his  happy  home  in  heaven, 
His  home,  his  home,  his  happy  home  in  heaven. 

2.  A  home  in  heaven  !  as  the  sufferer  lies 
On  his  bed  of  pain,  and  uplifts  his  eyes 
To  that  bright  home,  what  a  joy  is  given, 

With  the  blessed  thought  of  his  home  in  heaven ! 
Chohus. — His  home,  &c. 

3.  A  home  in  heaven  !  when  our  pleasures  fade, 
And  our  wealth  and  fame  in  the  dust  are  laid, 
And  strength  decays,  and  our  health  is  riven, 
We  are  happy  still  with  our  home  in  heaven. 

Chorus. — Our  home,  &c. 

4.  A  home  in  heaven  !  when  the  faint  heart  bleeds, 
By  the  Spirit's  stroke,  for  its  evil  deeds, 

Oh,  then,  what  bliss,  in  that  heart  forgiven, 
Does  the  hope  inspire  of  a  home  in  heaven ! 
Chorus. — A  home,  &c. 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  21 

5.  A  home  in  heaven  !  when  our  friends  are  fled 
To  the  cheerless  gloom  of  the  mouldering  dead, 
We  wait  in  hope  on  the  promise  given ; 

We  will  meet  up  there,  in  our  home  in  heaven. 
Chorus. — Our  home,  &c. 

6.  Our  home  in  heaven  !  oh,  the  glorious  home ! 
And  the  Spirit  join'd  with  the  Bride  says,  Come  ;— 
Come,  seek  his  face,  and  your  sins  forgiven, 

And  rejoice  in  hope  of  your  home  in  heaven. 
Chorus. — Your  home,  &c. 


21 


Martyrdom.    S.  S.  Hosanna  138. 

THE  GOSPEL  INVITATION.  CM. 

1.  The  Saviour  calls, — let  every  ear 
Attend  the  heavenly  sound ; 

Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear ; 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2.  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart, 
Here  streams  of  bounty  flow.; 

And  life  and  health  and  bliss  impart, 
To  banisr.  mortal  wo. 

3.  Here  springs  of  sacred  pleasure  rise, 
To  ease  your  every  pain  ; 

Immortal  fountain  !  full  supplies ! 
Nor  shall  you  thirst  in  vain. 

4.  Ye  sinners,  come, — 'tis  mercy's  voice ; 
That  gracious  voice  obey  ; 

Mercy  invites  to  heavenly  joys, 
And  can  you  yet  delay? 

5.  Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts ; 
To  thee  let  sinners  fly 

And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts, 
And  drink,  and  never  die. 


22  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 


22 


Chain  34,  Pilgrims'  Songs  44. 
SHALL  WE  SING  IN  HEAVEN? 

1.  Shall  we  sing  in  heaven  forever? 

Shall  we  sing?     Shall  we  sing 
Shall  we  sing  in  heaven  forever, 

In  that  happy  land? 
Yes !  oh,  yes  !  in  that  land,  that  happy  land, 
They  that  meet  shall  sing  forever, 
Far  beyond  the  rolling  river, 
Meet  to  sing  and  love  forever 

In  that  happy  land. 

2.  Shall  we  know  eaeh  other  ever 

In  that  land  ?     In  that  land  ? 
Shall  we  know  each  other  ever 

In  that  happy  land  ? 
Yes !  oh,  yes !  in  that  land,  that  happy  land, 
They  that  meet  shall  know  each  other, 
Far  beyond  the  rolling  river,  &c. 

3.  Shall  we  sing  with  holy  angels 

In  that  land  ?     In  that  land  ? 
Shall  we  sing  with  holy  angels 

In  that  liappy  land  ? 
Yes !  oh,  yes !  in  that  land,  that  happy  land, 
Saints  and  angels  sing  forever, 
Far  beyond  the  rolling  river,  &e. 

4.  Shall  we  rest  from  care  and  sorrow 

In  that  land?     In  that  land? 
Shall  we  rest  from  care  and  sorrow 

In  that  happy  land  ? 
Yes.!  oh,  yes !  in  that  land,  that  happy  land, 
They  that  meet  shall  rest  forever, 
Far  beyond  the  roiling  river,  &c. 


23 


0.  Chain  30,  8.  S.  Hosnn.  01,  Happy  Voices  199. 

REST  FOR  THE  WEARY, 

In  the  Christian's  home  in  ^lory 
There  remains  a  land  of  rest ; 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  23 

There  my  Saviour's  gone  before  me, 
To  fulfil  my  soul's  request. 

There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 

There  is  rest  for  you, 
On  the  other  side  of  Jordan, 
In  the  sweet  fields  of  Eden, 
Where  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming, 
There  is  rest  for  you. 

2.  He  is  fitting  up  my  mansion, 
Which  eternally  shall  stand ; 

For  my  stay  shall  not  be  transient 
In  that  holy,  happy  land. 

Chorus. — There  is  rest,  &c, 

3.  Pain  and  sickness  ne'er  shall  enter, 
Grief  nor  woe  my  lot  shall  share, 

But  in  that  celestial  centre 
I  a  crown  of  life  shall  wear. 

Chorus. — There  is  rest,  &c. 

4.  Sing,  oh,  sing,  ye  heirs  of  glory ; 
Shout  your  triumphs  as  you  go ; 

Zion's  gates  will  open  for  you, 

You  will  find  an  entrance  through. 
Chorus. — There  is  rest,  &c. 


M 


Balerma,  in  S.  S.  Hosaima  130. 
CM. 


1.  Lord,  I  would  own  thy  tender  care, 
And  all  thy  love  to  me ; 

The  food  I  eat,  the  clothes  I  wear. 
Are  all  bestow'd  by  thee. 

2.  And  thou  preservest  me  from  death 
And  dangers  every  hour ; 

I  cannot  draw  another  breath 
Unless  thou  give  the  power, 


24  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

3.  My  health  and  friends  and  parents  dear 
To  me  by  God  are  given  ; 

I  have  not  any  blessings  here 
But  what  are  sent  from  heaven. 

4.  Such  goodness,  Lord,  and  constant  care, 
A  child  can  ne'er  repay  ; 

But  may  it  be  my  daily  prayer 
To  love  thee  and  obey. 


25 


(i.  Chain  43.  S.  S.  Bell,  No.  1— GO,  Oriola  219, 
S.  S.  Hosanna  24. 

WALK  IN  TB£  LIGHT. 

1.  Pleasant  is  the  Sabbath  bell, 
In  the  light,  in  the  light, 

Seeming  much  of  joy  to  tell, 

In  the  light  of  God. 
But  a  music  sweeter  far, 

In  the  light,  in  the  light, 
Breathes  where  angel  spirits  are, 
In  the  light  of  God. 
Chorus. — Let  us  walk  in  the  light, 
Walk  in  the  light, 
Let  us.  walk  in  the  light, 
In  the  light  of  God. 

2.  Shall  we  ever  rise  to  dwell, 
In  the  light,  in  the  light, 

Where  immortal  praises  swell, 

In  the  light  of  God? 
And  can  children  ever  go, 

In  the  light,  in  the  light, 
Where  eternal  Sabbaths  glow, 

In  the  light  of  God? 

Chorus. — Let  us  walk,  &c. 

'3.  Yes,  that  bliss  our  own  may  be, 

In  the  light,  in  the  light, 
All  the  good  shall  Jesue  see, 

In  the  light  of  God. 


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SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  25 

For  the  good  a  rest  remains, 

In  the  light,  in  the  light, 
Where  the  glorious  Saviour  reigns, 

In  the  light  of  God, 

Chorus. — Let  us  walk,  &c. 

G.  Chain  10,  Fresh  Laurels  97,  Orioia  248, 
Pilgrims'  Songs  3. 

SWEET  HOUR  OF  PEAYEE.  x- *• 


1.  Sweet  hour  of  prayer !  sweet  hour  of  prayer! 
That  calls  me  from  a  world  of  care, 

And  bids  me  at  my  Father's  throne 
Make  all  my  wants  and  wishes  known : 
In  seasons  of  distress  and  grief, 
My  soul  has  often  found  relief, 
And  oft  escaped  the  tempter's  snare, 
By  thy  return,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

2.  Sweet  hour  of  prayer  !  sweet  hour  of  prayer ! 
Thy  wings  shall  my  petition  bear 

To  Him  whose  truth  and  faithfulness 
Engage  the  waiting  soul  to  bless ; 
And  since  he  bids  me  seek  his  face, 
Believe  his  word,  and  trust  his  grace, 
I'll  cast  on  him  my  every  care, 
And  wait  for  thee,  sweet  hour  of  prayer ! 

3.  Sweet  hour  of  prayer !  sweet  hour  of  prayer ! 
May  I  thy  consolation  share, 

Till  from  Mount  Pisgah's  lofty  height 
I  view  my  home,  and  take  my  flight : 
This  robe  of  flesh  I'll  drop,  and  rise 
To  seize  the  everlasting  prize, 
And  shout,  while  passing  through  the  air, 
F  irewell,  farewell,  sweet  hour  of  prayer  1 


26 


27 


28 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

Martyrdom,  in  S.  S.  Iiosauna  138. 
a  M. 

1.  Alas]  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  f 
And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 

Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2.  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 
He  groan 'd  upon  the  tree? 

Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree ! 

3.  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 
And  shut  his  glories  in, 

When  God  the  mighty  Maker  died 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

4.  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face 
While  his  dear  cross  appears, 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5.  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe : 

Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  awav  : 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

S.  S.  Bell,  No.  1-41,  S.  S.  Hosamia  77,  Happy 
Voices  43,  Oriofa  206,  (J lad  Tidings  1l>4. 


HAPPY  DAY. 

1.  Preserved  by  thine  almighty  power, 

O  Lord,  our  Maker,  Saviour,  King, 
And  brought  to  see  this  happy  hour, 
We  conic  thy  praises  here  to  sing. 
Chorus. — Happy  day,  happy  day  I 

Here  in  thy  courts  we'll  gladly  Btay, 
And  at  thy  footstool  humbly  pray  * 
That  thou  wouldst  take  our  sins  awav. 

Happy  day,  happy  da 
When  Christ  shall  wash  our  sins  awav! 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  27 

2.  We  praise  thee  for  thy  constant  care, 
For  life  preserved,  for  mercies  given  : 

Oh,  may  we  still  those  mercies  share, 
And  taste  the  joys  of  sins  forgiven! 
Chorus. — Happy  day,  &c. 

3.  We  praise  thee  for  the  joyful  news 
Of  pardon  through  a  Saviour's  blood ; 

O  Lord,  incline  our  hearts  to  choose 

The  way  to  happiness  and  God.  ** 

Chorus. — Happy  day,  &c. 

4.  And  when  on  earth  our  days  are  done, 
Grant,  Lord,  that  we  at  length  may  join, 

Teachers  and  scholars,  round  thy  throne, 
The  song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 
Chorus. — Happy  day,  &c. 


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S.  S.  Bell,  No.  1—42,  Oriola  37,  S.  S.  Hosan.  117. 

COME,  LET  US  SIM  OF  JESUS. 

1.  Come,  let  us  sing  of  Jesus, 

While  hearts  and  accents  blend, 
Come,  let  us  sing  of  Jesus, 

The  sinner's  only  Friend ; 
His  holy  soul  rejoices, 

Amid  the  choirs  above, 
To  hear  our  youthful  voices, 

Exulting  in  his  love. 


*o 


2.  We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 
Who  wept  our  path  along ; 

We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 
The  tempted  and  the  strong. 

None  who  besought  his  healing 
He  passed  unheeded  by, 

And  still  retains  his  feeling 
For  us  above  the  sky. 

3.  We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 
Who  died  our  souls  to  save ; 


28  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 
Triumphant  o'er  the  grave ; 

And  in  our  hour  of  danger 
We'll  trust  his  love  alone, 

Who  once  slept  in  a  manger, 
And  now  sits  on  the  throne. 

'  4.  Then  let  us  sing  of  Jesus, 

While  yet  on  earth  we  stay, 
And  hope  to  sing  of  Jesus 

Throughout  eternal  day ; 
For  those  who  here  confess  him 

He  will  in  heaven  confess, 
And  faithful  hearts  that  bless  him 

He  will  forever  bless. 


30 


Woodland,  in  S.  S.  Hosanna  32. 

cm. 


1.  If  you  will  turn  away  from  sin 
In  childhood's  early  day, 

The  Lord  will  make  you  pure  within, 
And  take  your  guilt  away. 

2.  He'll  show  you  all  his  matchless  love, 
He'll  make  you  heirs  of  light, 

And  give  you  grace,  that  you  may  prove 
Still  faithful  in  his  sight. 

3.  He'll  lead  you  in  the  pleasant  way 
Of  holiness  and  peace, 

And  guide  you  thus  to  endless  day, 
Where  sin  and  sorrow  cease. 

4.  Oh,  stay  not  in  the  road  to  death, 
But  to  the  Saviour  come  I 

And  when  you  lose  life's  fleeting  breath, 
He'll  send  and  take  you  home. 


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SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  29 

Yarina,  in  S.  S.  Hosanna  143. 
CM. 


1.  There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign  ; 

Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2.  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 
And  never-withering  flowers ; 

Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3.  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 
Stand  dress' d  in  living  green  ; 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

4.  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 
And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 

Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 


~  ~  Tune  in  Oriola  100 

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L.  M. 

1.  Behold  a  strang&r  at  the  door ! 

He  gently  knocks, — has  knock'd  before,  - 
Has  waited  long,  is  waiting  still ; 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2.  Oh,  lovely  attitude ! — he  stands 
With  melting  heart  and  loaded  hands : 
Oh,  matchless  kindness  ! — and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes ! 

3.  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 
He  will, — the  very  Friend  you  need : 
The  Friend  of  sinners, — yes,  'tis  he, 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 


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4.  Rise,  iouch'd  with  gratitude  divine, 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine, — 
That  soul-destroying  monster,  sin, — 
And  let  the  heavenly  Stranger  in. 

5.  Admit  him  ere  his  anger  burn  ; 
His  feet  departed  ne'er  return  ; 
Admit  him,  or  the  hour's  at  hand 
You'll  at  his  door  rejected  stand. 


ti.  Chain  40. 

THE  EOYAL  PROCLAMATION, 

1.  Hear  the  royal  proclamation, 
The  glad  tidings  of  salvation, 
Publishing  to  every  creature, 

To  the  ruin'd  sons  of  nature, 
Chorus. — Jesus  reigns,  Jesus  reigns,  Jesus  reigns, 
Jesus  reigns,  he  reigns  victorious, 
Over  heaven  and  earth  most  glorious, 
Jesus  reigns,  Jesus  reigns,  Jesus  reigns. 

2.  See  the  royal  banner  flying, 
Hear  the  heralds  loudly  crying, 
" Rebel  sinners,  royal  favor 
Now  is  offer' d  by  the^Saviour." 

Cho. — Jesus  reigns,  &c. 

3.  "Here  is  wine,  and  milk,  and  honey; 
Come,  and  purchase  without  money ; 
Mercy  flowing  from  a  fountain, 
Streaming  from  the  holy  mountain." 

Cuo. — Jesus  reigns,  &c. 

4.  Shout,  ye  tongues  of  every  nation, 
To  the  bounds  of  the  creation  ; 
Shout  the  praise  of  Judah's  Lion, 
The  Almighty  Prince  of  Zion. 

Cuo. — Jesus  reigns,  &c 


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5.  Shout,  ye  saints,  make  joyful  mention, 
Christ  hath  purchased  our  redemption; 
Angels,  shout  the  pleasing  story 
Through  the  brighter  worlds  of  glory. 
Cho. — Jesus  reigns,  &c. 


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Oriola  100. 
A  POOR  WAYFARING  MAN,  &c.       L.  M. 

1.  A  poor  wayfaring  man  of  grief 
Hath  often  cross' d  me  on  my  way, 

Who  sued  so  humbly  for  relief 

That  I  could  never  answer  nay. 
I  had  not  power  to  ask  his  name, 
Whither  he  went,  or  whence  he  came ; 
Yet  there  was  something  in  his  eye 
That  won  my  love,  I  knew  not  why. 

2.  Once,  when  my  scanty  meal  was  spread, 
He  enter' d  ;  not  a  word  he  spake, 

Just  perishing  for  want  of  bread ; 

I  gave  him  all ;  he  bless' d  it,  brake, 
And  ate,  but  gave  me  part  again. 
Mine  was  an  angel's  portion  then ; 
And  while  I  fed  with  eager  haste, 
The  crust  was  manna  to  my  taste. 

3.  I  spied  him  where  a  fountain  burst 

Clear  from  the  rock ;  his  strength  was  gone ; 
The  heedless  water  mock'd  his  thirst  ; 

He  heard  it,  saw  it  hurrying  on. 
I  ran  and  raised  the  sufferer  up ; 
Thrice  from  the  stream  he  drain' d  my  cup ; 
Dipp'd,  and  return'd  it  running  o'er ; 
I  drank,  and  never  thirsted  more. 

4.  'Twas  night ;  the  floods  were  out ;  it  blew 
A  wintry  hurricane  aloof: 

I  heard  his  voice  abroad,  and  flew 
To  bid  him  welcome  to  my  roof. 


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I  warm'd,  I  clothed,  I  cheer' d  my  guest, 
Laid  him  on  my  own  couch  to  rest, 
Then  made  the  earth  my  bed,  and  seem'd 
In  Eden's  garden  while  I  dream'd. 

5.  Then,  in  a  moment,  to  my  view 
The  stranger  started  from  disguise ; 

The  tokens  in  his  hands  I  knew ; 
My  Saviour  stood  before  my  eyes ! 

He  spake,  and  my  poor  name  he  named : 

"Of  me  thou  hast  not  been  ashamed; 

These  deeds  shall  thy  memorial  be; 

Fear  not ;  thou  didst  it  unto  me." 


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Sicilian  Hymn,  in  S.  S.  Hosanna  122. 

8s,  7  s,  and  hs 

1.  Children,  hear  the  melting  story 
Of  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain ; 

'Tis  the  Lord  of  life  and  glory; 
Shall  he  plead  with  you  in  vain? 

Oh,  receive  him, 
And  salvation  now  obtain. 


2.  Yield  no  more  to  sin  and  folly, 
So  displeasing  in  his  sight ; 

Jesus  loves  the  pure  and  holy; 
They  alone  are  his  delight; 

Seek  his  favor, 
And  your  hearts  to  him  unite. 

3.  All  your  sins  to  Him  confessing 
Who  is  ready  to  forgive, 

Seek  the  Saviour's  richest  blessing, 
On  his  precious  name  believe  ; 

He  is  waiting; 
Will  you  not  his  grace  receive  ? 


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SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  33 

S.  S.  Bell,  No.  2— 4G,  or  S.  S.  Hosan.  82. 
BE  KIND  TO  THE  LOVED  ONES,  &o. 


1.  Be  kind  to  thy  father;  for  when  thou  wast  young, 
Who  loved  thee  so  fondly  as  he  ? 

[Ie  caught  the  first  accents  that  fell  from  thy  tongue, 

And  join'd  in  thy  innocent  glee. 
Be  kind  to  thy  father,  for  now  he  is  old, 

His  locks  intermingled  with  gray ; 
His  footsteps  are  feeble, — once  fearless  and  bold  : 

Thy  father  is  passing  away. 

2.  Be  kind  to  thy  mother  ;  for,  lo  !  on  her  brow 
May  traces  of  sorrow  be  seen ; 

Oh,  well  mayst  thou  cherish  and  comfort  her  now, 

For  loving  and  kind  she  hath  been. 
Remember  thy  mother ;  for  thee  will  she  pray 

As  long  as  God  giveth  her  breath ; 
With  accents  of  kindness,  then,  cheer  her  lone  way, 

E'en  to  the  dark  valley  of  death. 

3.  Be  kind   to  thy  brother:   his  heart  will  have 

dearth 

If  the  smile  of  thy  joy  be  withdrawn ; 
The  flowers  of  feeling  will  fade  at  their  birth, 

If  the  dew  of  affection  be  gone. 
Be  kind  to  thy  brother,  wherever  you  are ; 

The  love  of  a  brother  shall  be 
Am  ornament  purer  and  richer  by  far 

Than  pearls  from  the  depth  of  the  sea. 

4.  Be  kind  to  thy  sister :  not  many  may  know 
The  depth  of  true  sisterly  love ; 

The  wealth  of  the  ocean  lies  fathoms  below 

The  surface  that  sparkles  above. 
Be  kind  to  thy  father,  once  fearless  and  bold ; 

Be  kind  to  thy  mother  so  near ; 
Be  kind  to  thy  brother,  nor  show  thy  heart  cold ; 

Be  kind  to  thy  sister  so  dear. 
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S.  S.  Bell,  >'o.  2—152,  0.  Tidings  88,  or  Casket  76. 

THERE  IS  A  BEAUTIFUL  WORLD. 


1.  There  is  a  beautiful  world, 
Where  saints  and  angels  sing; 

A  world  -where  peace  and  pleasure  reign, 
And  heavenly  praises  ring. 
Chorus. — We'll  be  there,  be  there; 
Oh,  yes  !  we'll  be  there. 
Palms  of  victory,  crowns  of  glory, 

We  all  shall  wear, 
We  shall  wear  glorious  crowns, 
In  that  beautiful  world  on  high. 
Chorus  in  Casket. — We'll  be  there,  we'll  be  there; 
Palms  of  victory,  crowns  of  glory, 

We  shall  wear, 
In  that  beautiful  world  on  high. 

2.  There  is  a  beautiful  world, 
Where  sorrow  never  comes ; 

A  world  where  tears  shall  never  fall 
In  sighing  for  our  home. 

Cho. — We'll  be  there,  be  there,  &c. 

3.  There  is  a  beautiful  world, 
Unseen  to  mortal  sight, 

And  darkness  never  enters  there, — 
That  home  is  fair  and  bright. 

Cno. — We'll  be  there,  be  there,  &c. 

4.4  There  is  a  beautiful  Avorld 

Of  harmony  and  love ; 
Oh,  may  we  safely  enter  there, 

And  dwell  with  God  above. 

Cno. — We'll  be  there,  be  there,  &c. 


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C.  Chain  01. 

ZION'S  HILL, 


1.  WTnAT  are  these  soul-reviving  strains 
Which  echo  thus  from  Salem's  plains  ? 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  35 

What  anthems  loud,  and  louder  still, 
So  sweetly  sound  from  Zion's  hill  ? 
Chorus.— Hosanna,  hosanna,  hosanna 
To  the  Lamb  of  God  ! 
Hosanna,  hosanna,  hosanna 
In  the  highest,  in  the  highest,  in  the  highest! 

2.  Lo  !  'tis  an  infant  chorus  sings 
Hosanna  to  the  King  of  kings ; 

The  Saviour  comes  !  and  babes  proclaim 
Salvation  sent  in  Jesus'  name. 

Cho. — Hosanna,  hosanna,  &c, 

3.  Messiah's  name  shall  joy  impart 
Alike  to  Jew  and  Gentile  heart ; 
He  bled  for  us,  he  bled  for  you, 
And  we  will  sing  hosanna,  too. 

Cho. — Hosanna,  hosanna  &c, 

4.  Proclaim  hosannas,  loud  and  clear ; 
See  David's  Son  and  Lord  appear ; 
All  praise  on  earth  to  him  be  given, 
And  glory  shout  through  highest  heaven. 

Cho. — Hosanna,  hosanna,  &c. 


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G.  Chain  65,  or  Oriola  198,  or  S.  S.  Hosan.  107. 

LONELY  TRAVELLER. 

1.  I'm  a  lonely  traveller  here, 
Weary,  oppress' d ; 

But  my  journey's  end  is  near, 

Soon  I  shall  rest. 
Dark  and  dreary  is  the  way, 

Toiling  I've  come; 
Ask  me  not  with  you  to  stay : 

Yonder's  my  home. 

2.  I'm  a  weary  traveller  here, 
I  must  go  on  ; 

For  my  journey's  end  is  near, 
I  must  be  gone. 


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Brighter  joys  than  earth  can  give 

Win  me  away ; 
Pleasures  that  forever  live : 

I  cannot  stay. 

3.  I'm  a  traveller  to  a  land 
Where  all  is  fair, 

'Where  is  seen  no  hroken  band : 

Saints  all  are  there. 
Where  no  tear  shall  ever  fall, 

No  heart  be  sad  ; 
Where  the  glory  is  for  all, 

And  all  are  glad. 

4.  I'm  a  traveller,  and  I  go 
Where  all  is  lair : 

Farewell  all  I've  loved  below, 

I  must  be  there. 
Worldly  honors,  hopes,  and  gain, 

All  1  resign ; 
Welcome  sorrow,  grief,  and  pain, 

If  heaven  be  in#ie. 

5.  I'm  a  traveller,  call  me  not : 
Upward' s  my  way  ; 

Yonder  is  my  rest  and  lot : 

I  cannot  stay. 
Farewell  earthly  pleasures  all, 

Pilgrim  I  roam : 
Hail  me  not ;  in  vain  you  call  : 

Yonder's  my  home. 


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Ives,  in  S.  S.  Hosanna  130,  or  Oriola  186. 

1.  Little  travellers  Zionward, 
Each  one  entering  into  rest, 

In  the  kingdom  of  your  Lord, 
In  the  mansions  of  the  blest, 

There  to  welcome  Jesus  waits, 

(jives  the  crowns  his  followers  win 


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SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS.  37 

Lift  your  lieads,  ye  golden  gates, 
Let  the  little  travellers  in. 

2.  Who  are  those  whose  little  feet, 
Pacing  life's  dark  journey  through, 

Now  have  reach' d  that  heavenly  seat 

They  had  ever  kept  in  view  ? 
"I,  from  Greenland's  frozen  land;" 

"I,  from  India's  sultry  plain ;" 
"I,  from  Afric's  barren  sand  ;" 

"I,  from  islands  of  the  main." 

3.  "All  our  earthly  journey  past, 
Every  tear  and  pain  gone  by, 

Here  together  met  at  last 

At  the  portal  of  the  sky  !" 
Each  the  welcome  "  Come"  awaits, 

Conquerors  over  death  and  sin  : 
Lift  your  heads,  ye  golden  gates, 

Let  the  little  travellers  in. 

S.S.  Bell,  So.  1—31,  S.  S.  Hosaima  63,  Happy  Ycires  1. 
THE  HAPPY  LAND. 

1.  There  is  a  happy  land, 
Far,  far  away ; 

YvThere  saints  in  glory  stand, 

Bright,  bright  as  day ; 
Oli,  how  they  sweetly  sing, 
Worthy  is  the  Saviour  King, 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring, 

Praise,  praise  for  aye ! 

2.  Come  to  that  happy  land, 
Come,  come  away ; 

Why  will  ye  doubting  stand, 

Why  still  delay  ? 
Oh,  we  shall  happy  be 
When,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  thee, 

Blest,  blest  for  aye. 


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3.  Bright  in  that  happy  land 

Beams  every  eve  ; 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand, 

Love  cannot  die. 
Oh,  then,  to  glory  run, 
Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won, 
And  bright  above  the  sun 

AVe  reign  for  aye. 


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Lischer,  II.  31.,  in  B.  S.  Ilosanna  113,  or  Oriola  213. 

1.  When  little  Samuel  woke, 
And  heard  his  Maker's  voice, 

At  every  word  he  spoke, 

How  much  did  he  rejoice ! 
Oh,  blessed,  happy  child,  to  find 
The  God  of  heaven  so  near  and  kind ! 

2.  If  God  would  speak  to  me, 
And  say  he  was  my  friend, 

How  happy  should  I  be ! 

Oh,  how  would  I  attend  ! 
The  smallest  sin  I  then  should  fear, 
If  God  Almighty  were  so  near. 

3.  And  does  he  never  speak  ? 
Oh,  yes ;  for  in  his  word 

He  bids  me  come  and  seek 

The  God  whom  Samuel  heard: 
In  almost  every  page  I  see, 
The  God  of  Samuel  calls  to  me. 

4.  And  I,  beneath  his  care, 
May  safely  rest  my  head  ; 

I  know  that  God  is  there, 

To  guard  my  humble  bed: 
And  every  sin  1  may  well  fear, 
Since  God  Almighty  is  so  near. 

5.  Like  Samuel,  let  me  say, 
Whene'er  I  read  his  word, 


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SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS.  39 

"  Speak,  Lord :  I  would  obey 

The  voice  that  Samuel  heard  :" 
And  when  I  in  thy  house  appear, 
Speak,  for  thy  servant  waits  to  hear. 

Zion,  in  S.  S.  Hosaiina  127,  or  Fresh  Laurels  11. 

Ss,  7s,  and  As. 

1.  Yes  !  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking, 
Joyful  times  are  near  at  hand  ; 

God — the  mighty  God — is  speaking, 
By  his  word,  in  every  land; 

When  he  chooses, 
Darkness  flies  a*  his  command. 

2.  Oh,  'tis  pleasant,  'tis  reviving 
To  our  hearts,  to  hear,  each  day, 

Joyful  news  from  far  arriving, 
How  the  gospel  wins  its  way, 

Those  enlightening 
Who  in  death  and  darkness  lay. 

S.  God  of  Jacob,  high  and  glorious, 

Let  thy  people  see  thy  hand ; 
Let  the  gospel  be  victorious 

Through  the  world,  in  every  land ; 
Then  shall  idols 

Perish,  Lord,  at  thy  command. 

S.  S.  Bell,  Xo.  1-32,  Oriola  140,  Hosan.  120,  G.  Ed's.  111. 
I  WANT  TO  BE  AN  ANGEL. 

1.  I  want  to  be  an  angel, 

Ami  with  the  angels  stand, 
A  crown  upon  my  forehead, 

A  harp  within  my  hand : 
There,  right  before  my  Saviour, 

So  glorious  and  so  bright, 
I'd  wake  the  sweetest  music, 

And  praise  him  day  and  night. 


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40  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

2.  I  never  would  be  weary, 
Nor  ever  shed  a  tear, 

Nor  ever  know  a  sorrow, 

Nor  ever  feel  a  fear ; 
But,  blessed,  pure,  and  holy, 

Td  dwell  in  Jesus'  sight, 
And  with  ten  thousand  thousands 

Praise  him  both  day  and  night. 

3.  I  know  I'm  weak  and  sinful, 
But  Jesus  will  forgive ; 

For  many  little  children 

Have  gone  to  heaven  to  live. 

Dear  Saviour,  when  I  languish, 
And  lay  me  down  to  die, 

Oh,  send  a  shining  angel 
To  bear  me  to  the  sky. 

4.  Oh,  there  I'll  be  an  angel, 
And  with  the  angels  stand, 

A  crown  upon  my  forehead, 
A  harp  within  my  hand; 

And  there,  before  my  Saviour, 
So  glorious  and  so  bright, 

I'll  join  the  heavenly  music. 
And  praise  him  day  and  night. 


S.  S.  Bell,  No.  1—24,  §.  S.  Hosan.  8G,  Oriola  140. 

KIND  WORDS  CAN  NEVER  DIE. 
1.  Kind  words  can  never  die: 

Heaven  gave  them  birth; 
Wing'd  with  a  smile,  they  fly 

Ail  o'er  the  earth. 
Kind  words  the  angels  brought, 
Kind  words  our  Saviour  taught: — 
Sweet  melodies  of  thought ! 

Who  knows  their  worth? 
Kind  words  can  never  die,  ecc. 


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SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS.  41 

2.  Kind  deeds  can  never  die : 
Though  weak  and  small, 

From  his  bright  throne  on  high 

God  sees  them  all ; 
He  doth  reward  with  love 
All  those  who  faithful  prove ; 
Round  them,  where'er  they  move, 

Rich  blessings  fall. 
Kind  deeds  can  never  die,  &c. 

3.  God's  word  can  never  die ; 
Though  fallen  man 

Oft  dares  its  truth  deny, — 

Dares  it  in  vain. 
God's  word  alone  is  pure 
His  promises  are  sure ; 
Trust  him,  and  rest  secure 

Heaven  you  shall  gain. 
God's  word  can  never  die,  &c. 

4.  Our  souls  can  never  die : 
God's  word  we  trust ; 

He  to  our  bodies  said, 

"  Dust  unto  dust." 
Saviour,  our  souls  prepare 
Thy  happy  home  to  share ; 
Us  to  thy  mansions  bear 

When  life  is  past. 
Our  souls  can  never  die,  &c. 

Unity,  in  S.  S.  Hosanna  SO,  or  Happy  Voices  147. 

1.  When  shall  we  meet  again, 

Meet  ne'er  to  sever? 
When  will  peace  wreathe  her  chain 

Round  us  forever  ? 
Our  hearts  will  ne'er  repose 
Safe  from  each  blast  that  blows 
In  this  dark  vale  of  woes, 

Never, — no,  never. 


42  SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

2.  When  shall  love  freely  flow, 
Pure  as  life's  river'/ 

When  shall  sweet  friendship  glow 

Ch a  n ge  1  es s  fo  re  v er, 
Where  joys  celestial  thrill, 
Where  bliss  each  heart  shall  fill, 
And  fears  of  parting  chill 

Never, — no,  never? 

3.  Up  to  that  world  of  light 
Take  us,  dear  Saviour! 

May  we  all  there  unite, 

Happy  forever ! 
Where  kindred  spirits  dwell, 
There  may  our  music  swell, 
And  time  our  joys  dispel 

Never, — no,  never. 

4.  Soon  shall  we  meet  again, 
Meet  ne'er  to  sever; 

Soon  will  peace  wreathe  her  chain 

Round  us  forever ; 
Our  hearts  will  then  repose, 
Secure  from  worldly  woes; 
Our  songs  of  praise  shall  close 

Never, — no,  never. 

m  «  Oriola  6. 

4  •  TRIBUTE  OF  PRAISE.  7s  and  6s. 

1.  We  bring  no  glittering  treasures, 
No  gems  from  earth's  deep  mine; 

We  come,  with  simple  measures, 

To  chant  thy  love  divine. 
Children,  thy  favors  sharing, 

Their  voice  of  thanks  would  raise; 
Father,  accept  our  offering, 

Our  song  of  grateful  praise* 

2.  The  dearest  gift  of  Heaven, 
Love's  written  word  of  Truth, 


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To  us  is  early  given, 

To  guide  our  steps  in  youth : 
We  hear  the  wondrous  story, 

The  tale  of  Calvary  ; 
We  read  of  homes  in  glory, 

From  sin  and  sorrow  free. 
3.  Redeemer,  grant  thy  blessing: 

Oh,  teach  us  how  to  pray, 
That  each,  thy  fear  possessing, 

May  tread  life's  onward  way : 
Then  where  the  pure  are  dwelling 

We  hope  to  meet  again, 
And,  sweeter  numbers  swelling, 

Forever  praise  thy  name. 

-  0  G.  Chain  66. 

4:8  THE  EIVEK,  OF  LIFE. 

1.  Oh,  there  is  a  river  whose  fresh  waters  flow 
O'er  earth's  broadest  surface,  a  cure  for  all  wo ; 

Its  streams  are  all  healing,  there's  life  in  each  wave. 
Oh,  try  it  and  prove  it,  'tis  mighty  to  save. 

Chorus. 
Jesus  calls,  will  you  come  ?  will  you  come  ?  will  you 

come?  will  you  come? 
Jesus  calls,  will  you  come  ?  will  you  come  ?     Come 

to  Jesus,  come  now. 
Yes,  come,  oh,  come  to  Jesus,  come  to  Jesus,  come  now. 
Yes,  come,  oh,  come  to  Jesus,  come  to  Jesus,  come  now. 

2.  Oh,  drink  of  this  river,  its  full  crystal  flood 
Refreshes  and  lightens  of  sin's  weary  load  ; 

Its  ripples  ne'er  mix  with  the  billows  of  strife; 
This  is  the  "  Pure  River  of  Water  of  Life." 
Chorus. — Jesus  calls,  &c. 

3.  This  beautiful  river  our  boast  well  may  be, 
'Tis  fresh,  overflowing,  and,  better,  'tis  free ! 

The  sin-sick  rejoice  in  this  "peace-speaking"  tide, 
This  river  is  Jesus,  the  "  once  crucified." 
Chorus. — Jesus  calls,  &c. 


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49 


50 


S.  S.  Bell,  No.  2—1-2. 
IS  IT  TRUE  ?  7s. 

1.  Is  it  true  that  I  must  lie 
In  the  graveyard  by-and-ny, 
And,  with  others  gone  before, 
Sleep  till  time  shall  be  no  more  ? 

Chorus.— Is  it  true— oh,  is  it  true? 
Is  it  true — oh,  is  it  true  ? 

2.  Is  it  true,  as  many  say, 
Life  is  but  a  passing  day, 
And  that  heaven  is  lost  or  won 
Ere  this  fleeting  day  lias  flown  ? 

Cho.— Is  it  true— oh,  is  it  true  ?  &c. 

3.  Is  it  true  that  on  the  cross 
Jesus  bled  and  died  for  us, 
And,  while  hanging  on  the  tree, 
Upward  sent  a  prayer  for  me  ? 

Cho. — Is  it  true — oh,  is  it  true  ?  &c. 

4.  Is  it  true  that  all  death's  slain 
Will  arise  and  live  again, 

And  to  final  judgment  go, 
Some  for  bliss  and  some  for  wo? 
Cho. — Is  it  true — oh,  is  it  true  ?  &c. 


S.  S.  Hosanna  03,  Orioln  61,  Nappy  V<  ices  79. 
THE  SAVIOUK  CALLS. 

1.  To-day  the  Saviour  calls: 

Ye  wanderers,  come! 
0  ye  benighted  souls, 

Why  longer  roam  ? 


2.  To-day  the  Saviour  calls; 

For  refuge  11  y  ; 
The  storm  of  vengeance  falls, 


Ruin  is  nigh. 


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SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS.  45 

3.  To-day  the  Saviour  calls 
Oh,  listen  now ! 

Within  these  sacred  wails 
To  Jesus  bow. 

4.  The  Spirit  calls  to-day, 
Yield  to  his  power ; 

Oh,  grieve  him  not  away  ! 
'Tis  mercy's  hour. 


S.  S.  Hosaniia  128,  H.  Voices  69,  Oriola  200. 

8s,  7s,  and  Us. 

1.  Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land ; 

I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty ; 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand : 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2.  Open  thou  the  crystal  fountain 
Whence  the  healing  waters  flow ; 

Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  ail  my  journey  through : 

Strong  Deliverer, 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3.  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  the  swelling  stream  divide ; 

Death  of  death,  and  hell's  destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side ; 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 


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S.  S.  Bell,  No.  1—88,  S.  S.  Hosanna  129. 

SABBATH. 

1.  Safely  through  another  week 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way; 


46  SUXDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 

Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day, — 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

2.  While  we  seek  supplies  of  grace 
Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 

Show  thy  reconciled  face, 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame ; 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest  this  day  in  thee. 

3.  As  we  meet,  thy  name  to  praise, 
Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near; 

May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes 

While  we  in  thy  house  appear; 
There  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

4.  May  the  gospel's  joyful  sound 
Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints, 

Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound, 

Bring  relief  from  all  complaints; 
Thus  let  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 
Till  we  join  the  Church  above. 


53 


Oriolu  184,  Censer  100,  or  S.  S.  Hosaniia  9S. 
WILL  YOU  GO? 

1.  Y\te're  travelling  home  to  heaven  above: 

Will  you  go? 
To  sing  the  Saviour's  dying  love : 

Will  you  go  ? 
Millions  have  reach'd  that  blest  abode, 
Anointed  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  millions  more  are  on  the  road : 

Will  you  go  ? 

2.  AVe're  going  to  walk  the  plains  of  light: 

A V ill  you  go? 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  47 

Far,  far  from  death  and  curse  and  night : 

Will  you  go? 
The  crown  of  life  we  then  shall  wear, 
The  conqueror's  palm  we  then  shall  bear, 
And  all  the  joys  of  heaven  we'll  share: 

AViil  you  go  ? 

3.  The  way  to  heaven  is  straight  and  plain  : 

AVill  you  go? 
Repent,  believe,  be  born  again  ! 

Will  you  go  ? 
The  Saviour  cries  aloud  to  thee, 
"  Take  up  thy  cross  and  follow  me, 
And  thou  shalt  my  salvation  see :" 

Will  you  go  ? 

4.  Oh,  could  I  hear  some  sinner  say, 

"I  will  go," 

Oh,  could  I  hear  him  humbly  pray, 

"  Make  me  go," 
And  all  his  old  companions  tell, 
"  I  will  not  go  with  you  to  hell ; 
I  long  with  Jesus  Christ  to  dwell : 
Let  me  go." 


54 


S.  S.  Bell,  No.  2—32,  H.  Yoices  14,  G.  Tidings  120. 

HOSANNA  TO  THE  LAMB, 


1.  Come,  O  my  soul,  in  joyous  lays 
Attempt  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise; 
But,  oh,  what  tongue  can  speak  his  fame, 
What  verse  can  reach  the  lofty  theme  ? 

Chorus. — Glory,  glory,  let  us  sing, 

While  heaven  and  earth  with  glory  ring; 
Hosanna !  hosanna ! 
Hosanna  to  the  Lamb  of  God ! 

2.  Enthroned  amid  the  radiant  spheres, 
He  glory  like  a  garment  wears ; 


48  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

To  form  a  robe  of  light  divine, 

Ten  thousand  suns  around  him  shine. 

Cho. — Glory,  glory,  let  us  sing,  &c, 
3.  Raised  on  devotion's  lofty  wing, 
Do  thou,  my  soul,  his  glories  sing ; 
And  let  his  praise  employ  my  tongue 
Till  listening  worlds  shall  join  the  song 

Cho. — Glory,  glory,  let  us  sing,  &c. 


K  K  s«  s-  Hosanna  88,  or  Chain  114. 

&&  THE  S0STG  OF  ANGELS. 

1.  There's  a  song  the  angels  sing, 
And  its  notes  with  rapture  ring, 

Round  the  throne  whose  radiance  fills  the  heavens 
above. 

Shepherds  heard  the  distant  strain, 

Watching  on  Judea's  plain, 
"Glory  be  to  God,  to  men  be  peace  and  love!" 

Chorus. 

Through  the  earth  and  through  the  sky 
Let  the  anthem  ever  fly, 
"  Peace,  good  will  to  men,  and  glorv  be  to  God  on 
high  I" 

2.  'Tis  a  song  for  children  too  ; 
To  the  Saviour  'tis  their  due ; 

Let  its  grateful  notes  ascend  to  him  again  ; 
Join  with  angels  in  their  song, 
And  the  heavenly  strain  prolong, 

"Glory  be  to  God,  good  will  and  peace  to  men  !" 
Clio.— Through  the  earth,  &c. 

3.  Soon  around  that  throne  may  we 
With  those  happy  angels  be, 

Striking  harps  to  strains  that  nevermore  shall  cease: 
Mingling  love  with  loftiest  praise, 
Still  the  chorus  there  we'll  raise, 

"  Glory  be  to  God,  to  men  good  will  and  peace  I" 
CHO. — Through  the  earth,  eve. 


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SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  49 

Boylstoii,  in  S.  S.  Hosanna  114,  or  Bennis,  in 

S.  S.  Hosanna  105.  £.  M. 

1.  How  serious  is  the  charge 


-?x 


To  train  the  infant  mind ! 
Tis  God  alone  must  give  the  heart 
To  such  a  work  inclined. 


2.  May  we,  in  Christian  bonds,  . 
The  Christian  name  adorn 

By  active  deeds  for  public  good, 
Nor  mind  the  sinner's  scorn. 

3.  While  wicked  men  unite 
Our  youth  to  lead  aside, 

'Tis  ours  to  show  them  wisdom's  path, 
In  wisdom's  path  to  guide. 

4.  Dependent,  Lord,  on  thee 
Our  humble  means  to  bless, 

We  gladly  join  our  hearts  and  hands 
And  look  for  large  success. 

~  _  G.  Harp  36,  Casket  41. 

Ofl  TEE  LION  OF  JUDAH. 

1.  ?Twas  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  who  died  on  the  tree, 
To  open  a  fountain  for  sinners  like  me ; 

His  blood  is  that  fountain  which  pardon  bestows, 
And  cleanses  the  foulest  wherever  it  flows. 

Cho. — For  the  Lion  of  Judah  shall  break  ev'ry 
chain, 
And  give  us  the  vict'ry  again  and  again. 

2.  And  when  I  was  willing  with  all  things  to  part, 
He  gave  me  my  bounty,  his  love  in  my  heart ; 

So  now  I  am  join'd  with  the  conquering  band, 
Who  are  marching  to  glory  at  Jesus'  command. 
Cho. — For  the  Lion  of  Judah,  &c. 

3.  Though  round  me  the  storms  of  adversity  roll, 
And  the  waves  of  destruction  encompass  my  soul 

X 


50  SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

In  vain  this  frail  vessel  the  tempest  shall  toss : 
My  hopes  rest  secure  on  the  blood  of  the  cross. 
Cho. — For  the  Lion  of  Judah,  &c. 

4.  And  when  the  last  trumpet  of  judgment  shall  so  and, 
And  wake  all  the  nations  that  sleep  in  the  ground, 
Then,  when  heaven  and  earth  shall  be  melting  away, 
I'll  sing  of  the  blood  of  the  cross  in  that  day. 

Cho, — For  the  Lion  of  Judah,  &c. 

5.  And  when  with  the  ransom'd,  by  Jesus  my  head, 
From  fountain  to  fountain  I  then  shall  be  led, 

I'll  fall  at  his  feet,  and  his  mercy  adore, 
And  sing  of  the  blood  of  the  cross  evermore. 
Cho. — For  the  Lion  of  Judah,  &c. 


58 


G.  Harp  48,  or  Pil.  gongs  100. 
SHALL  WE  KNOW  EACH  OTHER,  &c 


1.  When  we  hear  the  music  ringing 
In  the  bright  celestial  dome, 

When  sweet  angel  voices  singing 

Gladly  bid  us  welcome  home 
To  the  land  of  ancient  story, 

Where  the  spirit  knows  no  care, 
In  that  land  of  light  and  glory, 

Shall  we  know  each  other  there? 
Chorus. — Shall  we  know  each  other? 
Shall  we  know  each  other? 
Shall  we  know  each  other? 
Shall  we  know  each  other  there? 

2.  When  the  holy  angels  meet  us, 
As  we  go  to  join  their  band, 

Shall  we  know  the  friends  that  greet  us 

In  the  glorious  spirit-land  ? 
Shall  we  see  the  same  eves  shining 

On  us  as  in  days  of  yore? 
Shall  we  feel  their  dear  arms  twining 

Fondly  round  us,  .'is  before? 

Cno. — Shall  we  know  each  other,  &i< 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS.  51 

3.  Yes,  my  earth- worn  soul  rejoices, 
And  my  weary  heart  grows  light ; 

For  the  thrilling  angel  voices, 

And  the  angel  faces  bright, 
That  shall  welcome  us  in  heaven, 

Are  the  loved  of  long  ago, 
And  to  them  'tis  kindly  given 

Thus  their  mortal  friends  to  know. 
Cho. — Shall  we  know  each  other  ?  &c. 

4.  Oh,  ye  weary,  sad,  and  toss'd  ones. 
Droop  not,  faint  not,  by  the  way ; 

Ye  shall  join  the  loved  and  just  ones 

In  the  land  of  perfect  day ! 
Harp-strings  touch'd  by  angel  fingers, 

Murmur' d  in  my  raptured  ear, 
Evermore  their  sweet  song  lingers, 

"  We  shall  know  each  other  there  !" 
Cho. — We  shall  know  each  other,  &c. 


59 


S.  S,  Hosau.  33,  II.  Voices  182,  or  S.  S.  Bell,  No.  1—88, 
or  Casket  33. 


ROCS  OF  AGES. 

1.  Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me ! 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee ; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  wounded  side  that  flow'd, 
Be  of  sin  the  perfect  cure  ; 

Save  me,  Lord,  and  make  me  pure. 

2.  Should  my  tears  forever  flow, 
Should  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
This  for  sin  could  not  atone ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone : 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring, 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

3.  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  mine  eyelids  close  in  death, 


52  SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee ! 

^.^  Orlola282. 

OO  OUR  LOVING  REDEEMER, 

1.  Our  loving  Redeemer,  we  trust  in  thy  word, 
The  word  which  of  old  call'd  the  children  to  thee; 

Its  tones,  all  so  tender,  with  joy  we  have  heard, 
Forbid  not  the  lambs  who  would  come  unto  me, 
Forbid  not  the  lambs  who  would  come  unto  me. 
Chorus. 

We  come,  oh,  we  come ;  thou  wilt  welcome  us  home 
The  rest  of  our  souls  on  thy  bosom  shall  be ;  &c. 

2.  We  think  of  the  Garden, — thy  sweat  as  of  gore; 
We  think  of  the  Cross,  with  its  anguish  untold; 

And  light  are  the  pleasures  which  charm'd  us  before, 
More  precious  thy  smile  than  all  silver  and  gold, 
More  precious  thy  smile  than  all  silver  and  gold. 
Chorus. 

We  come,  oh,  we  come ;  thou  wilt  welcome  us  home 
To  quiet  repose  in  thine  own  happy  fold ;  &c. 

3.  Our  sins,  tho'  as  scarlet,  they  all  shall  be  clean, 
Wash'd  white  in  thy  blood,  as  the  beautiful  snow; 

The  robe  of  thy  righteousness  on  us  be  seen, 

The  joy  of  forgiveness  our  young  hearts  shall  know. 
Chorus. 

We  come,  oh,  we  come ;  thou  wilt  welcome  us  home, 
Our  peace,  like  a  river,  unbroken  shall  flow ;  &c. 

4.  When  life  is  all  over,  we  hope  then  above, 
Where  cometh  no  terror,  where  falleth  no  tear, 

To  sing  in  sweet  numbers  thy  wonderful  love, 

With  all  who  in  childhood  have  follow'd  thee  here. 
Chorus. 

We  come,  oh,  we  come ;  thou  wilt  welcome  us  home, 
111  the  glory  of  heaven  at  last  to  appear;  &c. 


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62 


PUXDAY-SCIIOOL   HYMNS.  53 

Pilgrims'  Songs  112,  H.  Yoices  216. 
OH,  SING  TO  ME  OF  HEAVEN. 

1.  Oh,  sing  to  me  of  heav'n 
When  I  am  calFd  to  die,     * 

Sing  songs  of  holy  ecstasy, 
To  waft  my  soul  on  high. 

Chorus. — There'll  be  no  sorrow  there, 
There'll  be  no  sorrow  there, 
In  heaven  above,  where  all  is  .Tove, 
There'll  be  no  sorrow  there. 

2.  When  cold  and  sluggish  drops 
Roll  off  my  marble  brow, 

Break  forth  in  songs  of  joyfulness, 
Let  heaven  begin  below. 

Cho. — There'll  be  no  sorrow  there,  &c. 

3.  Then  to  my  raptured  soul 
Let  one  sweet  song  be  given, 

Let  music  cheer  me  last  on  earth 
And  greet  me  first  in  heaven. 

Cho. — There'll  be  no  sorrow  there,  &c. 

G.  Harp  56,  or  Casket  34,  or  Pilgrims'  Songs  30,  or 
G.  Censer  125,  S.  S.  Hosanna  38. 

NEAEER,  MY  GOD,  TO  THEE. 

1.  Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 
Nearer  to  thee: 

E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee. 

2.  Though  like  a  wanderer, 
Daylight  all  gone, 

Darkness  be  over  me, 
My  rest  a  stone. 


54  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  &c. 

3.  Tli ere  let  the  way  appear 
Steps  up  to  heaven; 

All  that  thou  sendest  me 

In  mercy  given, 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  &c. 

4.  Then,  with  my  waking  thoughts 
Brig] it  with  thy  praise, 

Out  of  my  Rtony  griefs 

Bethel  I'll  raise, 
So  by  ray  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  &c. 

5.  Or  if,  on  joyful  wing 
Cleaving  the  sky, 

Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upward  I  fly, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  &c. 

Oriola  30,  or  S.  S.  Hosanna  21. 
MY  BIBLE. 

1.  My  Bible!  His  a  book  divine, 
Where  heavenly  truth  and  mercy  shine, 
And  wisdom  speaks  in  every  line, 

And  speaks  to  me. 

2.  My  Bible!  in  this  book  alone 
I  find  God's  holy  will  made  known; 
And  here  his  love  to  man  is  shown,— 

His  love  to  me. 

3.  My  Bible!  here  with  joy  I  trace 
The  records  of  redeeming  grace; 
Glad  tidings  to  a  sinful  r. 

Good  news  to  me. 


68 


04 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  55 

4.  My  Bible !  here  it  is  I  read 
How  Jesus  did- for  sinners  bleed: 
Oh,  this  was  wondrous  love  indeed! 

Christ  bled  for  me. 

5.  My  Bible!  Oh  that  I  may  ne'er 
Consult  it  but  with  faith  and  prayer, 
That  I  may  see  my  Saviour  there, 

Y\xho  died  for  me ! 


0.  Censer  97,  H.  Yoiees  9G,  or  G.  Tidings  86. 
I  NOW  BELIEVE. 

1.  There  is  a  fountain,  fill'd  with  blood 
Drawn  from  Immanuei's  veins; 

And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 

Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 
Chorus. — I  now  believe,  I  do  believe 
That  Jesus  died  for  me ; 
That  on  the  cross  he  shed  his  blood, 
From  sin  to  set  me  free. 

2.  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 
That  fountain  in  his  day^ 

And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

Cho. — I  now  believe,  I  do  believe,  &c. 


3.  Thou  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 
Shall  never  lose  its  power, 

Till  all  the  ransom'd  Church  of  God 
Are  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

Cho. — I  now  believe,  I  do  believe,  &c. 

4.  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 
Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 

[Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be,  till  I  die. 

Cho. — I  now  believe,  I  do  believe,  &c 


56  BTODAY-SCHOOI,  HYMHS 

5.  Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  aaag, 

1  U  sing  thy  power  to  save, 


05 


CHO.-I  now  believe,  I  do  believe,  &c 

S.  S.  Hosanna  110,  ff.  Yoices  125,  Oriola  174,  or 
Glad  Tidings  78. 


MISSIONARY  HYMN. 

L  ^°MTG^?Iand's  ic^  mountains, 
wi rom4I"?,as  coral  Rtrand; 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

-Roll  down  their  golden  sand: 
*rom  many  an  ancient  river 

*  rom  many  a  palmy  plain,'— 
I  hey  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2.  What  though  the  spicy  breeze? 

-Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 
lnough  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile*' 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  0f  God  are  strewn; 
The  heathen,  m  his  blindness, 

-bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3.  Shall  we  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
bhall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation!     Oh,  salvation! 

lhe  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
1  ill  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learn'd  Messiah's  name. 
4.  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
liil,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spread  from  pole  to  pole- 


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Till  o'er  our  ransom'd  nature 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 


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LOSING.  L  M. 

1.  Pi  ace,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive  moan 
Ha  ,h  taught  these  rocks  their  notes  of  wo ; 

Cease  thy  complaint,  suppress  thy  groan, 

And  let  thy  tears  forget  to  flow : 
Behold,  the  precious  balm  is  found 
To  lull  thy  pain,  to  heal  thy  wound. 

2.  Come,  freely  come,  by  sin  oppress'd, 
Unburthen  here  thy  weighty  load; 

Here  find  thy  refuge  and  thy  rest, 

And  trust  the  mercy  of  thy  God : 
Thy  God's  thy  Saviour, — glorious  word ! 
Forever  love  and  praise  the  Lord. 

G.  Harp  10,  or  S.  S.  Hosanna  52,  G.  Censer  63, 
££—  Casket  88. 

0  i  HEAVENLY  HOME, 

1.  Heavenly  home !  heavenly  home !  precious  name 

to  me! 

1  love  to  think  the  time  will  come  when  I  shall  rest 

in  thee. 
I've  no  abiding  city  here, 
I  seek  for  one  to  come, 
And  though  my  pilgrimage  be  drear, 
I  know  there's  rest  at  home. 

Cho. — Heavenly  home  !  heavenly  home !  &o. 

2.  Heavenly  home  !  heavenly  home  !  there  no  clouds 

arise, 
No   tear-drops  fall,  no  dark  nights  dim  thy  ever- 
smiling  skies. 


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Tins  earthly  home  is  fair  and  bright 

Yet  clouds  will  often  come  • 
And  oh,  I  long  to  see  the  light 

lhat  gilds  my  heavenly  home  ! 
Clio.— Heavenly  home!  heavenly  home  !  Ac. 

3.  Heavenly   home!    heavenly   home!    ne'er    shall 

sorrow's  gloom, 
Nor  doubts  nor  fears,  disturb  me  there,  for  all  is 
peace  at  home.  ' 

I  know  I  ne'er  shall  worthy  be 

To  dwell  'neath  heaven's  bright  dome: 
But  Christ,  my  Saviour,  died  for  me, 
And  now  he  calls  me  home. 
Cho.— Heavenly  home  !  heavenly  home !  &c 

/*  o  G.  Censer  105. 

05    HE  LEADETH  ME  BESIDE  STILL  WATERS. 

1.  "He  leadeth  me:"  oh,  blessed  thought! 

Oh   words  with  heavenly  comfort  fraught ! 

VVhate'er  I  do,  where'er  I  be 

Still  'tis  God's  hand  that  leadeth  me 

Chorus -He  leadeth  me!  he  leadeth  me! 
hy  his  own  hand  he  leadeth  me 
His  faithful  follower  I  would  be 
*or  by  his  hand  he  leadeth  me. ' 

2.  Sometimes  mid  scenes  of  deepest  gloom 
Sometimes  where  Eden's  bowers  bloom 
By  waters  still,  o'er  troubled  sea,—       ' 
bull  tis  God's  hand  that  leadeth  me 

Choiius.— He  leadetn  me !  <vc. 

3.  Lord, J  would  clasp  thy  hand  in  mine, 

JNor  ever  murmur  nor  repine 

Content,  whatever  lot  I  see, 

Since  'tis  God's  hand  that  leadeth  me 
Cuonus.— He  leadeth  me!  eve. 
1  And  when  my  task  on  card,  is  don< 
When  by  thy  grace  the  victory's  won,  ' 


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E'en  death's  cold  wave  I  will  not  flee, 
Since  God  through  Jordan  leadeth  me. 
Chorus. — He  leadeth  me !  &c. 


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G.  Censer  19,  Pilgrims'  Songs  32. 
MORN  OF  ZION'S  GLORY, 

1.  Mohn  of  Zion's  glory, 
Brightly  thou  art  breaking, 
Holy  joy  thy  light  awaking; 

Morn  of  Zion's  glory, 
Ancient  saints  foretold  thee, 
Seraph  angels  glad  behold  thee ; 

Far  and  wide 

See  them  glide ; 
Streams  of  rich  salvation 
Flow  to  every  nation. 

2.  Morn  of  Zion's  glory, 
Every  human  dwelling 

With  thy  notes  of  joy  is  swelling 

Morn  of  Zion's  glory, 
Distant  hills  are  ringing, 
Echoed  voices  sweet  are  singing. 
Haste  thee  on, 
Like  the  sun, 
Paths  of  splendor  tracing, 
Heathen  midnight  chasing. 

3.  Morn  of  Zion's  glory, 
Now  the  night  is  riven  ; 

Now  the  star  is  high  in  heaven  ; 

Morn  of  Zion's  glory, 
Joyful  hearts  are  bounding, 
Hallelujah  sweetly  sounding; 

Peace  with  men 

Dwells  again, 
Jesus  reigns  forever ! 
Jesus  reigns  forever ! 


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fj/^  Pilgrims'  Songs  08,  New  G.  Chain  55. 

J  LET  ME  GO.  Ss<Z7s. 

1.  Let  me  go  where  saints  are  goin<r 

lo  the  mansions  of  the  blest- 
Let  me  go  where  my  Redeemer 
Has  prepared  his  people's  rest 
I  would  gain  the  realms  of  brightness, 

\\  here  they  dwell  for  evermore  • 
I  would  join  the  friends  that  wait  me 
Over  on  the  other  shore. 

Chorus.— Let  me  go,  'tis  Jesus  calls  me, 

Let  me  gain  the  realms  of  day, 
-Bear  me  over,  angel  pinions ; 
Longs  my  soul  to  be  away. 

2*  ^?*  me  g0  wliere  nor|e  are  weary 

Where  is  raised  no  wail  of  wo ;    ' 
Let  me  go  and  bathe  my  spirit 

In  the  raptures  angels  know. 
Let  me  go,  for  bliss  eternal 

Lures  my  soul  away,  awav, 

™  tJ.ie  victor,s  song  triumphant 
Thrills  my  heart:  I  cannot  stay. 

Cho.— Let  me  go,  'tis  Jesus  calls  me,  &c. 
3.  Let  me  go,  why  should  I  tarry1? 

thJ     at  has  earth  t0  bind  me  ,lere? 
What  but  cares  and  toils  and  sorrows? 
What  but  death  and  pain  and  fear? 
Let  me  go,  for  hopes  most  cherish'd 

Blasted  round  me  often  lie; 
01^  I've  gather' d  brightest  flowers 
But  to  see  them  fade  and  die. 

Cho.— Let  me  go,  'tis  Jesus  calls  me,  4rc 


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Oriola  146.    (See  45.) 
KIND  WORDS  ARE  NEVER  LOST, 
1.  Kind  words  are  never  los  ; 
Though  years  may  My, 


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-  While  on  life's  billows  toss'd, 
Mid  dangers  nigh, 
Like  chimes  of  Sabbath  bells, — 
In  childhood  loved  so  well, — 
Their  echoes  still  will  dwell 

Deep  in  the  heart. 
Chohus. — Kind  words  are  never  lost, 
Never  lost,  never  lost, 
Kind  words  are  never  lost, 
No,  never  lost. 

2.  Kind  smiles  are  never  lost, 
But,  cherish'd  yet, 

The  hearts  they  gladden' d  most 

Will  not  forget  ; 
Through  mists  of  weary  years, 
Oft  dimm'd  by  falling  tears, 
Their  radiance  still  appears, 

Cheering  and  bright. 
Cho. — Kind  smiles  are  never  lost,  &c. 

3.  Kind  deeds  are  never  lost, 
Nor  done  in  vain ; 

Like  seed  in  spring-time  cast 

On  fertile  plains, 
Their  fruit  shall  yet  appear, 
Rich  harvests  full  in  ear, 
And  every  bud  shall  bear 

An  hundred-fold. 
Cho. — Kind  deeds  are  never  lost,  &c. 

Oriola  148. 

"  COME,  YE  BLESSED  OF  MY  FATHER." 

Then  shall  the  King  say  unto  them  on  his  ||  right  ||  hand, 
Come,  ye  blessed  of  my  Father,  inherit  the  kingdom 

prepared  for  you 
From  the  foundation  of  the  world. 
Girls.  —For  I  was  an  hungered,  and  ye  gave  me  meat; 


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62  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   II\MXS. 

Boys. — I  was  thirsty,  and  ye  gave  me  drink; 
Girls. — I  was  a  stranger,  and  ye  took  me  in ; 
Boys. — Naked,  and  ye  clothed  me; 
Girls. — I  was  siek,  and  ye  visited  me; 
Boys. — I  was  in  prison,  and  ye  came  nnto  me1; 
{Recite — Matthew,  2oth  chapter;  37, 38,  39,  and  part 
of  40th  verse.) 
"  Inasmuch  as  ye  have  done  it  unto  one  of  the  least 
Of  these  my  brethren,  ye  have  done  it  unto  me, 
Ye  have  done  it  unto  me." 


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S.  S.  Hosanna  103,  Oriola  197,  or  Glad  Tidings  57. 
CHILD  OF  SIN  AND  S0ER0W. 

1.  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow,  fill'd  with  dismay, 
Wait  not  for  to-morrow;  yield  thee  to-day. 

Heaven  bids  thee  come, 
While  yet  there's  room. 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Hear  and  obey. 

2.  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow,  why  wilt  thou  die? 
Come,  while  thdu  canst  borrow  help  from  on  high: 

Grieve  not  that  love 
Which  from  above — 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow — 
Would  bring  thee  nigh. 

3.  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow,  where  wilt  thou  flee 
Through  that  long  to-morrow,  eternity? 

Exiled  from  home, 
Darkly  to  roam, — 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Where  wilt  thou  flee? 

4.  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow,  lift  up  thine  eye! 
Heirship  thou  canst  borrowin  worlds  on  high, 

In  that  high  home, 
Graven  thy  name: 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Sw.ft  homeward  fly  I 


n 


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SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  63 

G.  Sliower  86,  Oriola  179,  or  S.  S.  Hosanna  G5,  or 
S.  S.  Bel],  Xo.  1—94,  or  Glad  Tidings  79. 

BEAUTIFUL  ZIOU. 

1.  Beautiful  Zion,  built  above, 
Beautiful  city,  that  I  love, 
Beautiful  gates  of  pearly  white, 
Beautiful  temple, — God  its  light ! 
He  who  was  slain  on  Calvary 
Opens  those  pearly  gates  to  me. 

2.  Beautiful  heaven,  where  all  is  ligh., 
Beautiful  angels,  clothed  in  white. 
Beautiful  strains  that  never  tire, 
Beautiful  harps  through  all  the  choir! 
There  shall  I  join  the  chorus  sweet, 
Worshiping  at  the  Saviour's  feet. 

3.  Beautiful  crowns  on  every  brow, 
Beautiful  palms  the  conquerors  show, 
Beautiful  robes  the  ransom'd  weai, 
Beautiful  all  who  enter  there ! 
Thither  I  press  with  eager  feet ; 
There  shall  my  rest  be  Ton  or  and  sweet. 

4.  Beautiful  throne  for  Christ  our  King, 
Beautiful  songs  the  angels  sing, 
Beautiful  rest,  all  wanderings  cease, 
Beautiful  home  of  perfect  peace ! 
There  shall  my  eyes  the  Saviour  see  ; 
Haste  to  this  heavenly  home  with  me: 

Oriola  121,  S.  S.  Bell,  Xo.  1—51,  H.  Yokes  211. 

JOYFULLY!    JOYFULLY! 

1.  Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward  we  move, 
Bound  to  the  land  of  bright  spirits  above 
Jesus,  our  Saviour,  in  mercy  says,  Come, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  your  home. 
Soon  will  our  pilgrimage  end  here  below, 
Soon  to  the  presence  of  God  we  shall  go; 


64  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

Then,  if  to  Jesus  our  hearts  have  been  given, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  rest  we  in  heaven. 

2.  Teachers  and  scholars  have  pass'd  on  before, 
Waiting,  they  watch  us  approaching  the  shore, 
Singing  to  cheer  us,  while  passing  along, 

•Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  your  home. 
Sounds  of  sweet  music  there  ravish  the  ear, 
Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  strains  we  shall  hear, 
Filling  with  harmony  heaven's  high  dome, 
Joyful iy,  joyfully,  Jesus,  we  come. 

3.  Death  with  his  arrow  may  soon  lay  us  low, 
Safe  in  our  Saviour,  we  fear  not  the  blow; 
Jesus  hath  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  will  we  go  home. 
Bright  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn, 
Death  shall  be  conquer'd,  his  sceptre  be  gone, 
Over  the  plains  of  sweet  Canaan  we'll  roam, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home. 


S.  S.  Hosaima  149,  Happy  Voices  7S. 

EXPOSTULATION.  Us. 


76 

1.  On,  turn  ye,  oh,  turn  ye.  for  why  will  ye  die, 
When  God  in  great  mercy  is  coming  so  nigh? 
Now  Jesus  invites  you,  the  Spirit  says,  Come, 
And  angels  are  waiting  to  welcome  you  home. 

2.  How  vain  the  delusion,  that  while  you  delay 
Your  hearts  may  grow  better  by  staying  away! 
Come  wretched,  come  starving,  come  just  as  you  be, 
Wh:l3  streams  of  salvation  are  flowing  so  free. 

3.  And  now  Christ  is  ready  your  souls  to  receive: 
Oh,  how  can  you  question  if  you  will  believe? 

If  sin  is  your  burden,  why  will  you  not  come? 
'Tis  you  he  bids  welcome;  he  bids  you  come  home. 

4.  Come,  give  us  your  hand,  and  the  Saviour  your  heart, 
And,  trusting  in  Heaven,  we  never  shall  part; 


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Oh,  how  can  we  leave  you?  why  will  you  not  come? 
We'll  journey  together,  and  soon  be  at  home. 


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DIE  OH  THE  FIELD  OF  BATTLE, 

1.  Firmly,  brethren,  firmly  stand, 
All  united  heart  and  hand, 

One  unbroken,  valiant  band, 
Dauntless,  brave  and  true. 
Chorus. — Die  on  the  field  of  battle, 
Die  on  the  field  of  battle, 
Die  on  the  field  of  battle, 
Glory  in  view. 

2.  Lift  your  standard,  lift  it  high, 
Eaise  the  Christian  battle-cry, 
Christ  your  glorious  leader  nigh, 

Calls  aloud  to  you. 

Cho. — Die  on  the  field  of  battle,  &c. 

3.  Once  our  father-freemen  cried, 
"Victory  or  death"  betide; 

But  with  Jesus  on  our  side, 
Death  and  victory  too. 

Cho. — Die  on  the  field  of  battle,  &c. 

4.  There  to  die,  the  battle  won, 
There  to  fall,  the  warfare  done, 
Glory  brighter  than  the  sun, 

Then  our  promised  due. 

Cho. — Die  on  the  field  of  battle,  &c. 

5.  Christ,  our  Captain's  name  we  boast, 
Quells  the  dark  Satanic  host ; 

Fall  we,  then,  each  at  his  post, 
Fall  as  Christians  do. 

Cho. — Di*  on  the  field  of  battle,  &c. 


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78 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 


Orioki  22,  S.  S.  Hosniina  42,  Happy  Voices  210, 
(•lad  Tidings  125. 


HOMEWARD  BOUND, 

1.  Out  on  an  ocean  all  boundless  we  ride, 

We're  homeward  bound  ; 
TWd  on  the  waves  of  a  rough,  restless  tide 

We're  homeward  bound; 
Far  from  the  safe  quiet  harbor  we've  rode, 
Seeking  our  Father's  celestial  abode, 
Promise  of  which  on  us  each  he  bestow'd  : 

We're  homeward  bound. 

2.  Wildly  the  storm  sweeps  us  on  as  it  roars, 

We're  homeward  bound ; 
Look!  yonder  lie  the  bright  heavenly  shores, 

We're  homeward  bound; 
Steady,  O  pilot!  stand  firm  at  the  wheel; 
Steady!  we  soon  shall  outweather  the  gale. 
Oh,  how  we  fly  'neath  the  loud-creaking  sail ! 

We're  homeward  bound. 

3.  We'll  tell  the  world,  as  we  journey  along, 

We're  homeward  bound ; 
Try  to  persuade  them  to  enter  our  throng, 

We're  homeward  bound. 
Cope,  trembling  sinner,  forlorn  and  oppress'd, 
Join  in  our  number,  oh,  come  and  be  blest, 
Journey  with  us  to  the  mansions  of  rest  : 

We're  homeward  bound. 

4.  Into  the  harbor  of  heaven  we  glide, 

We're  home  at  last ; 
Softly  we  drift  on  its  bright  silver  tide, 

We're  home  at  last ; 
Glory  to  God  I  all  our  dangers  are  o'er, 
We  stand  secure  on  the  glorified  shore. 
Glory  to  God!  we  will  shout  evermore. 

We're  home  at  last. 


id 


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S.  S.  Hosanna  20.  lis. 

EOME. 


1.  Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  complaints, 
How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  communion  with  saints, — 
To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there's  room, 
And  feel  in  the  presence  of  Jesus  at  home! 

Chorus. — Home,  home !  sweet,  sweet  home ! 

Prepare  me,  dear  Saviour,  for  glorv,  mv  home. 

0 

2.  Sweet  bonds,  that  unite  all  the  children  of  peace, 
And  thrice-precious  Jesus,  whose  love  cannot  cease! 
Though  oft  from  thy  presence  in  sadness  I  roam, 

I  long  to  behold  thee  in  glory  at  home. 
'  Cho. — Home,  home,  &c. 

3.  I  sigh  from  this  body  of  sin  to  be  free, 
Which  hinders  my  joy  and  communion  with  thee; 
Though  now  my  temptation  like  billows  may  foam, 
All,  all  will  be  peace  when  I'm  with  thee  at  home. 

Cho. — Home,  home,  &c. 

4.  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 
Oh,  give  me  submission  and  strength  as  my  day; 
In  all  my  afflictions  to  thee  would  I  come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 

Cho. — Plome,  home,  &c. 

5.  Whate'er  thou  deniest,  oh,  give  me  thy  grace, 
The  Spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles  of  thy  face; 
Endue  me  with  patience  to  wait  at  thy  throne 
And  find  even  now  a  sweet  foretaste  of  home. 

Cho. — Home,  home,  &c. 


SO 


S.  S.  Hosanna  10S,  Oriola  90,  K.  Yokes  206. 

EOW  SWEET  IS  THE  SABBATH  TO  ME.        Ss 

1.  How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath  to  me, 

The  da^  when  the  Saviour  arose ! 


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81 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

'Tis  heaven  his  beauties  to  see, 

^And  in  his  soft  arms  to  repose, 
He  knows  I  am  weak  and  defiled, 

My  life  fa  but  empty  and  vain ; 
But  if  lie  will  make  me  Lis  child, 

I'll  never  forsake  him  again. 

2.  This  day  he  invito  s  me  to  come: 
How  kindly  he  bids  me  draw  near! 

He  offers  me  heaven  for  home, 
And  wipes  oft'  the  penitent  tear: 

He  oilers  to  pardon  my  sin, 
And  keep  me  from  every  snare, 

To  sprinkle  and  cleanse  me  within, 
And  show  me  his  tenderest  care. 

3.  I  cannot,  I  must  not  refuse ; 

His  goodness  has  conquer'd  my  heait; 
The  Lord  for  my  portion  I  choose, 

And  bid  all  my  folly  depart. 
How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath  to  me, 

The  day  my  Redeemer  arose! 
'Tis  heaven  his  beauties  to  see, 

And  in  his  soft  arms  to  repose. 

Happy  Voiccg  181. 
THE  STILL  SMALL  VOICE, 

1.  Oft  as  I  rove,  in  thoughtless  mood, 
Along  life's  flowery,  sunny  road, 
Unconscious  how  the  path  may  end, 
Unheeding  where  my  footsteps  tend,' 

I  hear  a  voice  which  seems  to  Bay, 
In  a  gentle  whisper,  Come  away,' 

Come  away! 
Softly  it  whispers,  Come  away, 

Come  away,  Come  away! 

2.  From  day  to  day  that  voice  I  hear, 
And  oftenestwhen  no  friend  is  rear  — 


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SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  GO 

When  on  some  secret  purpose  bent, 
Or  on  some  pleasure  too  intent, — 
A  still  small  voice,  whic.h  seems  to  say, 
In  a  gentle  whisper,  Come  away, 

Come  away ! 
Softly  it  whispers,  Come  away, 

Come  away,  Come  away! 

3.  At  times,  perchance,  too  near  I  tread 
Some  cruel  quicksand's  treach'rous  bed, 
Some  yawning  gulf,  some  fatal  snare, 
Some  spot  where  death  is  in  the  air; 
Then  comes  that  warning  voice  to  say, 
In  a  gentle  whisper,  Come  away, 

Come  away ! 

Softly  it  whispers,  Come  away, 

Come  away! 

4.  Ah,  gentle  Spirit,  faithful  Friend, 
Be  with  me  always  to  life's  end, 

Till  He  who 'keeps  my  heavenly  crown 
Shall  send  his  loving  angel  down, 
Upon  my  brow  his  hand  to  lay, 
And  kindly  bid  me,  Come  away, 

Come  away! 
And  softly  whisper,  Come  away, 

Come  away ! 


Happy  Yoices  86,  S.  S.  Hosanna  82. 
TEE  CONPLICT. 


1.  Oh,  why  do  I  find  it  so  hard  to  do  right  ? 

The  good  are  the  happy,  I  know ; 
And  why  should  I  ever  in  sin  take  delight, 

When  sin  is  the  parent  of  wo  ? 
I  vanity  love,  and  I  folly  pursue, 

I  yield  me  to  passion's  control ; 
My  wishe?  are  faint  and  my  struggles  are  few 

For  th?  t  which  can  solace  the  soul. 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

2.  I  never  did  wrong  but  a  something  within 
Admonish'd  and  blamed  me  the  while; 

I  never  did  right  but  that  something  again 
<  Approved  and  allured  by  its  smile. 

I'm  not  in  a  region  of  heathenish  night, 
Then  why  to  the  sinful  belong? 

I  know  it  is  better  by  far  to  do  right, 
Then  why  do  I  follow  the  wron 


'a  • 


3.  I  dwell  in  the  midst  of  pollution  and  crime 

And  all  is  disorder  within  ; 
I'm  lured  by  the  glittering  baubles  of  time, 

A  captive  to  Satan  and  sin. 
Thus  helpless  and  hopeless,  dear  Saviour,  I  cry 

For  purity,  pardon,  and  peace ; 
Oh,  let  me  no  more  in  captivity  lie, 

But  grant  me  a  happy  release. 

4.  I  question  no  longer  thy  power  to  redeem, 

My  soi*l  on  thy  merit  depends ; 
I  see  in  the  cross,  with  its  red  flowing  stream, 

The  fountain  to  save  and  to  cleanse: 
Kenew'd  by  thy  grace,  I  will  walk  in  the  light, 

While  others  to  darkness  belong; 
Oh,  then  'twill  be  easy  to  follow  the  right, 

And  easy  to  turn  from  the  wrong. 


88 


G.  Chain  S7,  S.  S.  Hosanna  5fi,  Oriola  98. 
A  HOME  BEYOND  THE  TIDE. 

1.  We  are  out  on  an  ocean  sailing; 

Homeward  bound  we  smoothly  glide; 
We  are  out  on  an  ocean,  sailing 
To  a  home  beyond  the  tide. 
Choiius. — Ail  the  storms  will  soon  be  over; 
Then  we'll  anchor  in  the  harbor j 
We  are  out  on  an  ocean,  sailing 
To  a  home  beyond  the  tide. 


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SUXDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  71 

2.  Millions  now  are  safely  landed 
Over  on  the  golden  shore  ; 

Millions  more  are  on  their  journey, 
Yet  there's  room  for  millions  more. 
Cho. — All  the  storms,  &c. 

3.  Come  on  board,  oh,  ship  for  glory, 
Be  in  haste,  make  up  your  mind, 

For  our  vessel's  weighing  anchor, 
And  you  may  be  left  behind. 
Cho. — All  the  storms,  &c. 

4.  When  we  all  are  safely  anchor' d, 
We  will  shout  our  journey  o'er, 

We  will  walk  about  the  city 
And  will  sing  for  evermore. 
Cho. — All  the  storms,  &c, 

Mart)  n,  in  S.  S.  Hosaima  73,  Oriola  26. 
7s.    Double. 

1.  Mary  to  the  Saviour's  tomb 
Hasted  at  the  early  dawn ; 

Spice  she  brought,  and  sweet  perfume, 
But  the  Lord  she  loved,  had  gone 

For  a  while  she  lingering  stood, 
Fill'd  with  sorrow  and  surprise, 

Trembling,  while  a  crystal  flood 
Issued  from  her  weeping  eyes. 

2.  But  her  sorrows  quickly  fled 
When  she  heard  his  welcome  voice: 

Christ  had  risen  from  the  dead  ; 

Now  he  bids  her  heart  rejoice : 
What  a  change  his  word  can  make, 

Turning  darkness  into  day! 
Ye  who  weep  for  Jesus'  sake. 

He  will  wipe  your  tears  away. 


72 


85 


l>AY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

* 
8.  S.  Hosanna  94,  or  Oriola  92. 

6's  and  Us. 

1.  Come  thou  Almighty  King, 
Help  us  thy  name  to  sing, 

Help  us  to  prai 
Father  all-glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come  and  reign  over  us, 

Ancient  of  Days. 

2.  Jesus,  our  Lord,  arise, 
Scatter  our  enemies, 

Now  make  them  fell ! 
Let  thine  almighty  aid 

Our  sure  defence  be  made 
Our  souls  on  thee  be  stay'd : 
Lord,  hear  our  call  j 

3.  Come,  thou  incarnate  Word 
Orird  on  thy  mighty  sword ;       ' 

Our  prayer  attend ! 
Come,  and  thy  people  bless; 
Come,  give  thy  word  success  : 
Spirit  of  holiness, 

On  us  descend ! 

Q£*  Happy  Voices  104. 

W      BEMEMBEK  THE  SABBATH-SCHOOL 
1.  Oh,  remember  the  Sabbath-school 

W  hen  the  summer  is  past 
And  the  chill  winds  sigh  mournfully, 

And  the  snow-flakes  fly  fest 
Do  not  say,  " It  looks  drearily; 

lis  a  cold  wintry  day;" 
Come  with  eyes  sparkling  merrily; 
Come,  boys  and  girls,  away 
Chorus.- Yes  away  to  the  Sabbath-school, 

Uie  Sabbath- school,  the  Sabbath-school 

Thn  n    '  ar^V1°  ll,e  Sabbath-sohool,    ' 
lhQ  biased  Sabbath-school. 


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2.  When  the  spring  buds  are  opening, 
To  the  school  you  repair  ; 

When  the  summer  flower's  blossoming, 

Oh,  you  love  to  be  there : 
Like  the  bright  and  the  beautiful, 

Love  to  hon^r  God's  day ; 
Come  with  hearts  warm  and  dutiful, 

Come,  boys  and  girls,  away. 
Cho.— -Yes,  away  to  the  Sabbat  ^-school,  &c. 

3.  Oh,  the  same  friends  will  meet  you  there, 
And  around  you  will  cling  ; 

And  the  same  songs  will  greet  you  there, 

That  you  sung  in  the  spring ; 
And  the  same  truth  address  you  there ; 

And  if  you  will  obey, 
The  dear  Saviour  will  bless  you  there ; 

Then,  boys  and  girls,  away. 
Cho. — Yes,  away  to  the  Sabbath-school,  &c. 


87 


H.  Voices  141,  New  G.  Chain  115,  G.  Tidings  132. 

LOVE  AT  HOME. 

1.  There  is  beauty  all  around, 

When  there's  love  at  home : 
There  is  joy  in  every  sound, 

When  there's  love  at  home. 

Peace  and  plenty  here  abide, 

Smiling  sweet  on  every  side, 

Time  doth  softly,  sweetly  glide, 

When  there's  love  at  home. 

Chorus. — Love  at  home,  love  at  home  ; 

Time  doth  softly,  sweetly  glide 
When  there's  love  at  home. 

2    In  the  cottage  there  is  joy, 
W  hen  there's  love  at  home : 

Hate  and  envy  r.e'er  annoy, 
When  there's  ove  at  home. 


74  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYM3 

Roses  blossom  'neath  our  feet, 
All  the  earth's  a  garden  sweet, 
Making-  life  a  bliss  complete, 
When  there's  love  at  home. 
Cho. — Love  at  home,  love  at  home,  &c. 

3.  Kindly  heaven  smiles  above, 
When  there's  love  at  home ; 

All  the  earth  is  fill'd  with  love,      „ 

When  there's  love  at  home. 

Sweeter  sings  the  brooklet  by, 

Brighter  beams  the  azure  sky, 

Oh,  there's  One  who  smiles  on  high, 

When  there's  love  at  home. 

Cho. — Love  at  home,  love  at  home,  &c. 

4.  Jesus,  show  thy  mercy  mine, 
Then  there's  love  at  home  ; 

Sweetly  whisper,  I  am  thine, 

Then  there's  love  at  home 

Source  of  love,  thy  cheering  light 

Far  exceeds  the  sun  so  bright — 

Can  dis-pel  the  gloom  of  night ; 

Then  there's  love  at  home. 

Cho. — Love  at  home,  love  at  liome,  Szc. 


88 


S.  S.  Cell,  No.  2—182,  Oriolii  52. 
THE  LORD  IS  MY  SHEPHEED,  tU. 

1.  The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  how  happy  am  I ! 
How  tender  and  watchful  my  wants  to  supply ! 
He  daily  provides  me  with  raiment  and  food, 
Whate'er  he  denies  me,  is  meant  for  my  good. 

2.  The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  then  must  I  obey 
His  gracious  commandment,  and  walk  in  his  way; 
His  fear  he  will  teach  me,  my  heart  he'll  renew, 
And  though  I'm  so  sinful,  my  sins  he'll  subdue. 

3.  The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  how  happy  am  I ! 
I'm  blest  while  I  live,  and  Fm  blest  when  I  die, 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  75 

In  death's  gloomy  valley  no  evil  I'll  dread, 

"  For  I  will  be  with  thee,"  my  Shepherd  has  said. 

4.  "The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,"  I'll  sing  with  delight, 
Till  call'd  to  adore  him  in  regions  of  light, 
Then  praise  him,  with  angels,  to  bright  harps  of  geld, 
And  ever  and  ever  his  glory  behold. 


89 


Marty n,  in  S.  S.  Hosanna  73,  Oriola  26,  or 
II.  Toices  54,  or  Glad  Tidings  102. 

7  s.    Double. 
JESUS,  LOVEE,  0?  MY  SOUL, 

1.  Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 

While  the  raging  billows  roll, 
While  the  tempest  still  is  high ; 

Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 
Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past : 

Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 
Oh,  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2.  Other  refuge  have  I  none ; 
Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  chee : 

Leave,  oh,  leave  me  not  alone ! 

Still  support  and  comfort  me. 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'cl; 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head    ' 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3.  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want ; 
More  than  all  in  thee  I  find ; 

Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint. 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name, 

I  am  all  unrighteousness 
False  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 


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90 


91 


Shirland,  in  S.  S.  Hosanna  185,  or  H.  Voices  117. 
&  M. 

1.  I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
The  house  of  thine  abode, 

The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  save  i 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2.  I  love  thy  church,  O  God  ! 
Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 

Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

3.  For  her  my  tears  shall  foil ; 
For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 

To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4.  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

5.  Jesus,  thou  friend  divine, 
Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 

Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe 
Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 

6.  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 
To  Zion  shall  be  given 

The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 

S.  S.  Hosanna  136,  or  H.  Voices  80. 
a  M. 

i.  Gome,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 

Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  low 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS.  77 

2.  Look,  how  we  grovel  here  \>elow, 
Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  ! 

Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3.  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs ; 
In  vain  we  strive  to  rise ; 

Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4.  Dear  Lord,  and  shall  we  ever  live 
At  this  poor,  dying  rate, — 

Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee 
And  thine  to  us  so  grea^  ? 

5.  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 

Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

g^r*  Pilgrims'  Songs  96,  New  G.  Cliain  76. 

d&  THE  EVEKOBEEN  SHOSE. 

1.  We  are  joyously  voyaging  over  the  main, 

Bound  for  the  evergreen  shore, 
Whose  inhabitants  never  of  sickness  complain, 
And  never  see  death  any  more. 
Chorus. — Then  let  the  hurricane  roar, 
It  will  the  sooner  be  o'er; 
We  will  weather  the  blast, 
And  will  land  at  last 

Safe  on  the  evergreen  shore. 

2.  We  have  nothing  to  fear  from  the  wind  and  the  wave, 

Under  our  Saviour's  command ; 
And  our  hearts  in  the  midst  of  the  dangers  are  brave, 
For  Jesus  will  bring  us  to  land. 
Cho. — Then  let  the  hurricane  roar,  &c. 

3.  Both  the  winds  and  the  waves  our  Commander  con- 

Nothing  can  baffle  his  skill :     t  [trols; 


78 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYM  NS. 


And  his  voice,  when  the  thundering  hurricane  rolls 
Can  make  the  loud  tempest  be  still. 
Cho.— Then  let  the  hurricane  roar,  &c. 

4.  In  the  thick  niurky  night,  when  the  stars  and  tins 

Send  not  a  glimmering  ray,  [moon 

Then  the  light  of  his  countenance,  brighter  than  noon, 
Will  drive  all  our  terror  away. 
Clio.— Then  let  the  hurricane  roar,  &c. 

5.  Let  the  high  heaving  billow  and  mountainous  wave 

Fearfully  overhead  break  ; 
There  is  One  by  our  side  that  can  comfort  and  save;— 
There's  One  who  will  never  forsake. 
Clio.— Then  let  the  hurricane  roar,  &c. 

G.  Let  the  vessel  be  wreck'd  on  the  rock,  or  the  shoal, 

^  Sink  to  be  seen  never  more, 
He  will  bear  none  the  less  every  passenger  soul 
Safe,  safe  to  the  evergreen  shore. 
Cho.— Then  let  the  hurricane  roar,  &c. 


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Happy  Voices  105. 
HOME  OF  THE  BLEST. 

1.  On,  when  shall  I  dwell  in  a  mansion  all  bright, 
And  Jesus  my  Saviour  behold, 

Or  walk  by  his  side  like  an  angel  of  light, 

In  a  city  all  garnish'd  with  gold? 
Ciioktjs.— Home  of  the  blest,  home  of  the  blest, 
When  wilt  thou  ever  be  mine? 
Home  of  the  blest,  home  of  the  blest, 
Soon  shalt  thou  ever  be  mine. 

2.  No  pearl  from  the  ocean,  no  gold  from  the  mine, 
Can  pardon  and  purity  buy; 

I'll  trust  in  the  blood  of  a  Saviour  divine, 

And  I'll  cling  to  his  cross  till  I  die. 
Cho.— Home  tf  the  b\st,  home  of  the  blest,  &c. 


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3.  Though  light  are  the  sorrows  that  burden  a  child. 
And  fleeting  the  tempest  of  woe, 

I  long  for  the  land  that  was  never  defiled ; 

To  the  home  of  the  blest  would  I  go. 
Cho. — Home  of  the  blest,  home  of  the  blest,  &c. 

4.  But  while  I'ma  stranger  away  from  my  home, 
I'll  toil  in  the  vineyard  and  pray ; 

I'll  carry  the  cross  while  I  think  of  the  crown, 

And  I'll  watch  for  the  break  of  the  day. 
Cno. — Home  of  the  blest,  home  of  the  blest,  &c. 


94 


O.  Shower  S3,  P.  Songs  75,  or  Glad  Tidings  84. 


1 .  Lord,  I  hear  of  show'rs  of  blessings 
Thou  art  scattering  full  and  free, 

Showers  the  thirsty  land  refreshing, 
Let  some  droppings  fall  on  me, — 

Even  me,  even  me, 
Let  some  droppings  fall  on  me. 

2.  Pass  me  not,  O  God,  my  Father, 
Sinful  though  my  heart  may  be ; 

Thou  might'st  leave  me,  but  the  rather 
Let  thy  mercy  light  on  me, — 
Even  me,  &c. 

3.  Pass  me  not,  O  gracious  Saviour, 
Let  me  live  and  cling  to  thee 

Fain  I'm  longing  for  thy  favor; 

Whilst  thou'rt  calling,  call  for  me, — 
Even  me,  &c. 

4.  Pass  me  not,  O  mighty  Spirit, 
Thou  canst  make  the  blind  to  see ; 

Witnesses  of  Jesus'  merit, 

Speak  the  word  of  power  to  me, — 
Even  me,  &c. 


05 


30  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HY'JfXS. 

5.  Love  of  God,  so  pure  and  changeless; 
Blood  of  Christ,  so  rich  and  free; 

Grace  of  God,  so  rich  and  boundless, 
Magnify  it  all  in  me, — 
Even  me,  cv.c. 

6.  Pass  me  not,  thy  lost  one  bringing ; 
Bind  ray  heart,  O  Lord,  to  thee ; 

Whilst  the  streams  of  life  are  springing, 
Blessing  others,  oh,  bless  me, — 
Even  me,  &c. 

S.  S.  Hosaiina  1*22,  or  H.  Voices  G8. 

8s  and  7s. 

1.  One  there  is  above  all  others 
Weil  deserves  the  name  of  Friend  ; 

His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 

2.  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  ns, 
Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood? 

But  this  Saviour  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled,  in  him,  to  God. 

3.  When  he  lived  on  earth  aliased, 
Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name; 

Now,  above  all  glory  raised, 
He  rejoices  in  the  same. 

4.  Oh  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften  ! 
Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love  ; 

We,  alas!  forget  too  often 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above. 


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Happy  Voices  2-20. 
BEAUTIFUL  RIVER, 

1.  Shall  we  gather  at  the  river 
Where  bright  angel  feet  have  trod, 

With  its  crystal  tide  forever 
Flowing  by  the  throne  of  God? 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  81 

Cho. — Yes,  we'll  gather  at  the  ri  rer, 

The  beautiful,  the  beautiful  river, 
Gather  with  the  saints  at  the  river 
That  flows  by  the  throne  of  God. 

2.  On  the  margin  of  the  river, 
Washing  up  its  silver  spray, 

We  will  walk  and  worship  ever, 
All  the  happy,  golden  day. 

Cho. — Yes,  we'll  gather  at  the  river,  &c. 

3.  Ere  we  reach  the  shining  river, 
Lay  we  every  burden  down ; 

Grace  our  spirits  will  deliver, 
And  provide  a  robe  and  crown. 

Cho. — Yes,  we'll  gather  at  the  river,  &c. 

4.  At  the  smiling  of  the  river, 
Mirror  of  the  Saviour's  face, 

Saints  whom  death  will  never  sever, 
Lift  their  songs  of  saving  grace. 

Cho. — Yres,  we'll  gather  at  the  river,  &c. 

5.  Soon  we'll  reach  the  silver  river, 
Soon  our  pilgrimage  will  cease ; 

Soon  our  happy  hearts  will  quiver 
With  the  melody  of  peace. 

Cho. — YTes,  we'll  gather  at  the  river,  &c. 

ipv  w  Happy  Voices  133. 

f)  •  ANGELS'  WELCOME. 

1.  My  home  is  in  heaven,  my  rest  is  not  here, 
Then  why  should  I  murmur  when  trials  appear? 
Be  hush'd,  my  dark  spirit :  the  worst  that  can  come 
But  shortens  my  journey  and  hastens  me  home. 

Chorus. 
Then  the  angels  will  come,  with  their  music  will  come, 
With  music,  sweet  music,  to  welcome  me  home ; 

6 


82  SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

In  the  bright  gates  of  crystal  the  shining  C;ies  will 

nd, 
And  sing  me  a  welcome  to  their  own  native  land. 

2.  It  is  not  for  me  to  be  seeking  lnv  bliss 
And  building  my  hopes  in  a  region  like  this; 
I  look  for  a  city  which  hands  have  not  piled, 
I  pant  for  a  country  by  sin  nndeliled. 

Clio. — Then  the  angels  will  come,  &c. 

3.  The  thorn  and  the  thistle  around  me  may  grow ; 
I  would  not  recline  upon  roses  below ; 

J  ask  not  my  portion,  1  seek  not  my  rest, 
Till  I  find  them  forever  on  Jesus'  own  breast. 
Oho. — Then  the  angels  will  come,  &c. 


98 


0.  Chain  83,  P.  Songs  118,  II.  Voices  -200,  G.  Tidings  121, 
TKE  SEINING  SHORE. 

1.  My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 
And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 

Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fly, — 
Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger. 
Cho—  Lor,  oh,  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand, 
Our  friends  are  passing  over, 
And  just  before,  the  shining  shore 
We  may  almost  discover. 

2.  We'll  gird  our  loins,  my  brethren  dear, 
Our  heavenly  home  discerning; 

Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word, 
Let  every  lamp  be  burning. 
Clio.— Lor,  oh,  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand,  &C 

3.  Sbould  coming  days  be  cold  and  dark, 
We  need  not  cease  our  singing ; 

Thai  perfect  rest  naught  can  mol 
Where  golden  harps  are  ringing. 
Cno. — Lor,  oh,  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand,  Sec, 


SUNDAY-SCHCK.  E    HYlvINS.  83 

4.  Let  sorrow's  rudest  tempest  blow, 

Each  chord  on  earth  to  sever ; 
Our  King  says,  Come,  and  there's  our  home, 

Forever,  oh,  forever. 

Cho. — For,  oh,  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand,  &c. 


99 


G.  Chain  85,  H.  Toices  80,  New  G.  Chain  85. 

0R08S  AND  CEOWN.  a  U 

1.  Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 
And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 

No :  there's  a  cross  for  every  one, 
And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 

2.  How  happy  are  the  saints  above, 
Who  once  went  sorrowing  here ! 

But  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 
And  joy  without  a  tear. 

3.  The  consecrated  cross  I'll  bear, 
Till  death  shall  set  me  free, 

And  then  go  home,  my  crown  to  wear, — 
For  there's  a  crown  for  me. 


-+  nfi  Happy  Voices  149. 

101)  A  BEAUTIFUL  HOME. 

1.  There's  a  beautiful  home  for  thee,  brother, 

A  home,  a  home  for  thee  ; 
In  that  land  of  bliss  where  pleasure  is, 

There,  brother,' s  a  home  for  thee. 

Cho. — A  beautiful  home  for  thee,  brother, 
A  beautiful  home  for  thee  ; 
In  that  land  of  bliss  where  pleasure  is, 
There,  brother's  a  home  for  thee. 


2.  There's  a  beautiful  rest  for  thee,  brother, 

A  rest,  a  rest  for  thee ; 
In  those  mansions  above,  where  all  is  love, 

There,  brother,  's  a  rest  for  thee. 

Cho. — A  beautiful  rest  for  thee,  brother,  &c. 


84  SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

3.  There's  a  beautiful  crown  for  thee,  brother, 
A  crown,  a  crown  for  thee ; 

When  the  battle  is  done,  and  the  victory  won, 
Our  Saviour  will  give  it  to  thee. 

Clio. — A  beautiful  crown  for  thee,  &c. 

4.  There's  a  beautiful  robe  for  thee,  brother, 
A  robe,  a  robe  for  thee ; 

A  robe  of  white,  so  pure  and  bright, 
A  glorious  robe  for  thee. 

Cho. — A  beautiful  robe  for  thee,  &c. 

5.  Wilt  seek  that  beautiful  home,  brother, 
That  home,  that  home  above, 

In  that  land  of  light,  where  all  is  bright, 
That  land  where  all  is  love? 

Cho. — A  beautiful  home  for  thee,  &c. 


.|  ^,-g  G.  Chain  78. 

101  THE  BETTER  LAND. 

1.  Boys. — Whither,  pilgrims,  are  you  going, 

Going  each  with  staff  in  hand  ? 
Girls. — We  are  going  on  a  journey, 

Going  at  our  King's  command. 
All. — Over  hills  and  plains  and  valleys, 
We  are  going  to  his  palace, 
We  are  going  to  his  palace, 
Going  to  the  better  land ; 
We  are  going  to  his  palace, 
Going  to  the  better  land. 

2.  Boys. — Fear  ye  not  the  way  so  lonely, 

You,  a  little,  feeble  band? 
Girls. — No;  for  friends,  unseen,  are  near  us. 
Holy  angels  round  us  stand. 
All.- -Christ,  our  leader,  walks  beside  us; 
He  will  guard  and  he  will  guide  us, 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  85 

He  will  guard  and  lie  will  guide  us, 
Guide  us  to  that  better  land  ; 

He  will  guard  and  he  will  guide  us, 
Guide  us  to  that  better  land. 

3    Boys.  — Tell  me,  pilgrims,  what  you  hope  for 
,  In  that  far-off  better  land. 

Girls.  — Spotless  robes  and  crowns  of  glory 
From  a  Saviour's  loving  hand. 
All. — We  shall  drink  of  life's  clear  river, 
Y\Te  shall  dwell  with  God  forever, 
We  shall  dwell  with  God  forever, 
In  that  bright,  that  better  land. 

4.  Boys. — Pilgrims,  may  we  travel  with  you 
To  that  bright  and  better  land  ? 
Girls. — Come  and  welcome,  come  and  welcome, 
Welcome  to  our  pilgrim  band. 
All. — Come,  oh,  come,  and  do  not  leave  us, 
Christ  is  waiting  to  receive  us, 
Christ  is  waiting  to  receive  us, 
In  that  bright,  that  better  land. 


102 


6.  Censer  13,  Pil.  Songs  90,  Glad  Tidings  84. 

SWEET  LAND  OF  EEST,  a  M 

1.  Sweet  land  of  rest !  for  thee  I  sigh, 
"When  will  the  moment  come 

When  I  shall  lay  my  armor  by 

And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home? 
Refrain. — Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home. 

2.  No  tranquil  joys  on  earth  I  know, 
No  peace  and  sheltering  home ; 

Tins  world's  a  wilderness  of  wo, 
This  world  is  not  my  home. 
REF.-IIome,  home,  &c. 


86 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

3-  To  Jesus  Christ  I  sought  for  rest, 

tie  bade  me  erase  to  roam. 
But  i\y  for  succor  to  his  breast, 

And  he'd  conduct  me  home. 
Rkf.— Home,  home,  &c. 

4.  Weary  of  wandering  round  and  round 

inis  vale  of  sin  and  gloom, 
1  long  to  leave  the  unhalWd  ground 

And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home. 
Kef.— Home,  home,  &c. 


103 


1. 


Casket  65. 

THERE,  THERE  IS  REST. 
Come  poor  pilgrim,  sad  and  weary, 
Why  heaves  thy  breast? 
Roaming  this  wide  world  so  dreary 
feigning  for  rest. 
Chorus.— Rest,  rest,  sweet  rest, 

Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 
Ana  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

2.  There  is  rest  for  thee  in  glory 
Among  the  blest; 

Listen  to  the  joyful  story, 
There,  there  is  rest. 

Clio.— Rest,  rest,  &c. 

3.  There  are  those  who've  gone  before  us, 
t  All  who  are  blest ;  ' 

Singing  now  the  happy  chorus, 
There,  there  is  rest. 

Clio.— Rest,  rest,  <vc. 


4.  There  the  golden  harps  are  ringing 
Harps  of  the  blest;  °    to' 

^nd  the  angel  bauds  are  Bineins 

There,  then   is  rest. 

Cho.— Rest,  rest,  &c. 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  87 

5.  And  while  we  on  earth  are  graying, 
Jesus,  the  blest, 

Unto  us  is  sweetly  saying, 
There,  there  is  rest. 

Clio. — Eest,  rest,  &c. 

6.  We  shall  meet  where  parting  never 
Comes  to  the  blest ; 

And  we'll  safely  dwell  forever 
In  heavenly  rest. 

Cho. — Eest,  rest,  &c. 

-t  £\  4        G*  CIiaiil  SS'  0riola  242'  PiL  So11^  46# 
104  A  LIGHT  IN"  THE  WINDOW, 

1.  There's  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee,  brother, 
There's^a  light  in  the  window  for  thee ; 

A  dear  one  has  moved  to  the  mansions  above, 
There's  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee. 
Chorus. — A  mansion  in  heaven  we  see, 

And  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee ; 

A  mansion  in  heaven  we  see, 

And  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee. 

2.  There's  a  crown,  and  a  robe,  and  a  palm,  brother. 
When  from  toil  and  from  care  you  are  free, 

The  Saviour  has  gone  to  prepare  you  a  home, 
With  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee. 

Cho. — A  mansion  in  heaven  we  see,  &c. 

3.  O,  watch,  and  be  faithful,  and  pray,  brother 
All  your  journey  o'er  life's  troubled  sea ; 

Though  afflictions  assail  you,  and  storms  beat  severe, 
There's  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee. 

Cho. — A  mansion  in  heaven  we  see,  &c. 

4.  Then  on,  perseveringly  on,  brother, 
Till  from  conflict  and  suflering  free ; 

Bright  angels  now  beckon  you  ever  the  stream, 
There's  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee. 

Cho. — A  mansion  in  heaven  we  see,  &c. 


88  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

t  a  ^       G* Chain  °3' Pi1,  So,,"s  °7- 

AVO      ANGELS  AKE  HOVERING  FOUND. 
1.  Angels  are  hovering  round, 
Hovering  round,  hovering  round 
Angels  are  hovering  round, 
Then,  Christian,  never  fear 
Refrain.— Cheer  up,  then,  pilgrim,  never  aiore 
despair ; 
For  Jesus  sends  his  angel,  and  he  is  ever  near 
*or  Jesus  sends  his  angel,  and  he  is  ever  near! 

2.  Spirits  blest  are  hovering  round, 
Hovering  round,  hovering  round  j 
Spirits  blest  are  hovering  round,  ' 
Then,  Christian,  never  fear. 

Ref.— Cheer  up,  then,  pilgrim,  &c. 

3.  Dear  friends  are  hovering  round 
Hovering  round,  hovering  round: 
Dear  friends  are  hovering  round, 
Then,  Christian,  never  fear. 

Ref.— Cheer  up,  then,  pilgrim,  &e. 

i  o a    G* r,!aiil 04?  0rlo]a  01' G' Harp  io°- 

luo    saviour,  like  a  SHEPHERD,  &c. 

1.  Saviour,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us  • 
Much  we  need  thy  tender  care- 

In  thy  pleasant  pastures  feed  us,  ' 
For  our  use  thy  folds  prepare. 

Blessed  Jesus! 
Thou  hast  bought  us,  thine  we  are. 

2.  We  are  thine:  do  thou  befriend  us 
lie  the  guardian  of  our  way; 

Keep  thy  flock,  from  sin  defend  us, 
Seek  us  when  we  go  astray. 

Blessed  Jesus! 
Hear  young  children  when  they  pray. 


9s,  7s,  '/.s-. 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  89 

3.  Thou  hast  promised  to  receive  us, 
Poor  and  sinful  though  we  be ; 

Thou  hast  mercy  to  relieve  us, 

Grace  to  cleanse,  and  power  to  free. 

Blessed  Jesus ! 
Let  us  early  turn  to  thee. 

4.  Early  let  us  seek  thy  favor, 
Early  let  us  do  thy  will ; 

Holy  Lord,  our  only  Saviour, 
With  thy  grace  our  bosom  fill. 

Blessed  Jesus ! 
Thou  hast  loved  us,  love  us  still. 


107 


G.  Shower  55,  H.  Voices  157,  or  New  G.  Chain  97. 

WHEN  I  CAN  KEAD,  &c.  G  M 


1.  When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 

I'll  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2.  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 
And  fiery  darts  be  hurl'd, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3.  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 
Let  storms  of  sorrow  fall, — 

So  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all. 

4.  There  I  shall  bathe  my  weary  soul 
In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 

And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


108 


G.  Shower  53,  S.  S.  Kosanna  142,  or  Diadem  3. 

CORONATION.  C  * 

1.  All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name! 
Let  angels  prostra^  fall ; 


90  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2.  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

\\  ho  from  his  altar  Jail ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3.  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 
le  ransom'd  from  the  fall, 

Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4.  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 
^  The  wormwood  and  the  gall 

Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5.  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 
On  this  terrestrial  ball, 

To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  grown  him"  Lord  of  all. 


109 


G.  Chain  102. 

THE  ECHO  CHOEUS.  u.  m. 

1.  Shall  hymns  of  grateful  love 
Through  heaven's  high  arches  rin^, 

And  all  the  hosts  above 

Their  songs  of  triumph  Bing? 

Cho  —  And  shall  not  we  take  up  the  strain 
And  send  the  echo  back  again  ? 
And  send  the  echo,  send  the  echo, 
Send  the  echo,  send  the  echo,  send  the  echo, 
Send  the  echo  back  again. 

2.  Shall  every  ransom'd  tribe 
Of  Adam's'scatter'd  r;i 

To  Christ  all  powers  ascribe, 
Who  saved  them  by  his  grace? 

Cho.— And  shall  not  we  take  up,  &c. 


110 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS.  91 

3.  Shall  they  adore  the  Lord, 
Who  bought  them  with  his  blood, 

And  all  the  love  record 

That  Jed  them  home  to  God? 

Cho. — And  shall  not  we  take  up,  &c. 

4.  Then  spread  the  joyful  sound, 

The  Saviour's  love  proclaim,  m 

And  publish  all  around 

Salvation  through  his  name. 

Cho. — Till  all  the  world  take  up,  &c 

G.  Chain  103,  S.  S.  Hosanna  94,  P.  Songs  125. 

AMERICA —National  Hymn. 

1.  My  country,  'tis  of  thee, 
Sweet  land  of  liberty, 

Of  thee  I  sing ; 
Land  where  my  fathers  died ; 
Land  of  the  pilgrims'  pride ; 
From  every  mountain-side 

Let  freedom  ring. 

2.  My  native  country,  thee, 
Land  of  the  noble  free, 

Thy  name  I  love ; 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills ;  > 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills 

Like  that  above. 

3.  Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 

Sweet  freedom's  song ; 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake  ; 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake ; 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break, 

The  sound  prolong. 


92  SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS. 


U.  Chain  124,  Oriola  249,  P.  Songs  102,  S.  S.  Hos.159. 

THAT  BEAUTIFUL  LAND. 


Ill 

1.  A  beautiful  land  by  faith  I  see, 
A  land  of  rest,  from  sorrow  free, 
The  home  of  the  ransom'd,  bright,  and  fair, 
And  beautiful  angels,  too,  are  there. 
Cho. — Will  vou  go,  will  yon  go, 

Go  to  that  beautiful  land  with  me? 
Will  you  go,  will  von  go, 
Go  to  that  beautifnl  land? 

2.  That  beautiful  land,  the  City  of  Light, 
It  ne'er  has  known  the  shades  of  night; 
The  glory  of  (xod,  the  light  of  day, 
Hath  driven  the  darkness  far  away. 

Cho. — Will  yon  go,  will  you  go,  &c. 

3.  In  vision  I  see  its  streets  of  gold, 
Its  beautiful  gates  I  too  behold, 
The  river  of  life,  the  crystal  sea, 
The  ambrosial  fruit  of  life's  fair  tree. 

Cho.— Will  you  go,  will  you  go,  &c. 

4.  The  heavenly  throng,  arrav'd  in  white, 
In  rapture  range  the  plains  of  light; 
And  in  one  harmonious  choir  they  praise 
Their  glorious  Saviour's  matchles's  grace. 

Cho.— Will  you  go,  will  you  go,  &c. 


(;:slvOt  104. 

PARTING  HYMN, 


112 

1.  Please  to  watch  us,  blessed  Saviour, 
As  we  leave  our  Sabbath  home  ; 

Guide  and  keep  us  from  all  danger 
Till  again  to  thee  w*  ?ome. 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  93 

Cho. — Though  we  very  often  wander 
In  the  path  of  vice  and  sin, 
Yet  we  pray  that  thou  wouldst  hear  us, 
Cleanse  and  make  us  pure  within. 

2.  Make  each  spirit  meek  and  lowly, 

Make  us  leave  the  ways  of  strife, 
Lead  us  in  the  path  of  duty, 
Lead  us  to  the  better  life. 
Cho. — Thus  we'd  serve  thee,  blessed  Saviour, 
Till  we've  cross' d  life's  stormy  sea, 
And,  with  each  loved  friend  and  teacher, 
All  are  gather' d  home  to  thee. 


lie 


G.  Ciiain  121,  or  S.  S.  Bell,  No.  1—119,  S.  S.  Hos.  121. 
I  OUGHT  TO  LOVE  MY  MOTHER. 

1.  I  ought  to  love  my  mother : 
She  loved  me  long  ago ; 

There  is  on  earth  no  other 

That  ever  loved  me  so. 
When  a  weak  babe,  much  trial 

I  caused  her,  and  much  care  ; 
For  me  no  self-denial 

Nor  labor  did  she  spare. 

2.  When  in  my  cradle  lying, 
Or  on  her  loving  breast, 

She  gently  hush'd  my  crying, 

And  rock'd  her  babe  to  rest; 
When  any  thing  has  ail'd  me, 

To  her  I  told  my  grief: 
Her  fond  love  never  fail'd  me 

In  finding  some  relief. 

3.  What  sight  is  that  which,  near  me, 
Makes  home  a  happy  place, 

And  has  such  power  to  cheer  me  ? — 
I*  is  my  mother's  face. 


94  SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

What  sound  is  that  which  ever 

Makes  my  young  heart  rejoice 
With  tones  that  tire  me  never?— 
It  is  my  mother's  voice. 

4.  "When  she  is  ill,  to  tend  her 

My  daily  care  shall  be: 
Such  help  as  I  can  render 

Will  all  be  joy  to  me. 
Though  I  can  ne'er  repay  her 

For  all  her  tender  care, 
I  will  honor  and  obey  her 

While  God  our  lives  shall  spare. 


"I  "I  4 '  G*  Chain  U2' 8* 8* Hosan,,a  162'  0riola  24°- 
114:  MARCHING  ALONG. 

1.  The  children  are  gath'ring  from  near  and  from  far, 
The  trumpet  is  sounding  the  call  for  the  war, 

The  conflict  is  raging,  'twill  be  fearful  and  long, 
We'll  gird  on  our  armor  and  *be  marching  along. 

Chorus. 
Marching  along,  we  are  marching  along, 
Gird  on  the  armor  and  be  marching  along, 
The  conflict  is  raging,  'twill  be  fearfj.il  and  long, 
Then  gird  on  the  armor  and  be  marching  along. 

2.  The  foe  is  before  us  in  battle  array, 

But  let  us  not  waver  nor  turn  from  the  way : 
The  Lord  is  our  strength,  be  this  ever  our  song, 
With  courage  and  faith  we  are  marching  along. 
Cho. — Marching  along,  &c. 

3.  We've  'listed  for  life,  and  will  camp  on  the  field, 
With  Christ  as  our  Captain  we  never  will  yield ; 
The  "sword  of  the  Spirit,"  both  trusty  and  strong, 
We'll  hold  in  our  hands  as  we're  marching  along. 

Cno. — Marching  along,  &c. 


SUXDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  95 

4.  Through  conflicts  and  trials  our  crowns  we  must 

win, 
For  here  we  contend  'gainst  temptation  and  sin. 
But  one  thing  assures  us,  we  cannot  go  wrong, 
If  trusting  our  Saviour,  while  marching  along. 
Cho. — Marching  along,  &c. 


_^  _j  ^  G.  Shower  50. 

llO  THE  LAND  OF  BEULAH.  C.  U 

1.  My  latest  sun  is  sinking  fast, 
My  race  is  nearly  run  ; 

My  strongest  trials  now  are  past, 
My  triumph  is  begun. 

Refrain. 
O,  come,  angel  band,  come  and  around  me  stand, 
O,  bear  me  away  on  your  snowy  wings, 

To  my  immortal  home. 
O,  bear  me  away  on  your  snowy  wings, 
To  my  immortal  home. 

2.  I  know  I'm  nearing  the  holy  ranks 
Of  friends  and  kindred  dear, 

For  I  brush  the  dews  on  Jordan's  banks, 
The  crossing  must  be  near. 

Ref. — O,  come,,  angel  band,  &c. 

3.  I've  almost  gain'd  my  heavenly  home, 
My  spirit  loudly  sings ; 

The  holy  ones,  behold,  they  come ; 
I  hear  the  noise  of  wings. 

Ref. — O,  come,  angel  band,  &c. 

4.  O,  bear  my  longing  heart  to  Him 
Who  bled  and  died  for  me, 

Whose  blood  now.  cleanses  from  all  sin, 
And  gives  me  victory. 

Ref. — O,  come,  angel  band,  &c. 


90  SUNDAY -SCHOOL   HYMNS. 


116 


G.  Censer  123,  Pil.  Songs  106. 

WATCHMAN,  TELL  ME. 


1.  Watchman,  tell  me,  does  the  morning 
Of  fair  Zion's  glory  dawn  ? 

Have  the  signs  that  mark  its  coming 
Yet  upon  thy  pathway  shone  ? 

Pilgrim,  yes !  arise,  look  round  thee, 
Light  is  breaking  in  the  skits ; 

Gird  thy  bridal  robes  around  thee, 
Morning  dawns,  arise,  arise ! 

2.  Watchman,  see,  the  light  is  beaming 
Brighter  still  upon  the  way  ; 

Signs  through  all  the  earth  are  gleaming, 

Omens  of  the  coming  day, 
When  the  Jubal  trumpet  sounding 

Shall  awake  from  earth  and  sea, 
And  the  saints  of  God,  now  sleeping, 

Clad  in  immortality. 

3.  Watchman,  hail  the  light  ascending 
Of  the  grand  Sabbatic  year ; 

All  with  voices  loud  proclaiming 
That  the  kingdom's  very  near : 

Pilgrim,  yes !  I  see,  just  yonder, 
Canaan's  glorious  heights  arise ; 

Salem  too  appears  in  grandeur, 
Towering  'neath  its  sunlit  skies. 

4.  Watchman,  in  the  golden  city, 
Seated  on  his  jasper  throne, 

Zion's  King,  enthroned  in  beauty, 
Reigns  in  peace  from  zone  to  zone ; 

There,  on  sunlit  hills  and  mountains, 
Golden  beams  serenely  glow; 

Purling  streams  and  crystal  fountains, 
On  whose  banks  sweet  How' rets  blow. 


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SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  97 

5.  Watchman,  see,  the  land  is  nearing, 

With  its  vernal  fruits  and  flowers ; 
On  just  yonder,  oh,  how  cheering, 

Bloom  forever  Eden's  bowers ! 
Hark  !  the  choral  strains  are  ringing, 

Wafted  on  the  balmy  air  ; 
See  the  millions,  hear  them  singing, 

Soon  the  pilgrim  will  be  there. 

S.  S.  Hosanna  140,  G.  Chain  85,  Oriola  111. 

CM. 

1.  Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve; 

Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppress' d, 
And  make  this  last  resolve: 

2.  "  Fll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 
Like  mountains  round  me  close; 

I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose.  % 

3.  "  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 
And  there  my  guilt  confess ; 

I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 
Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4.  "I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 
Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives  ; 

Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch, 
And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

5.  "  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea,  m 
Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer; 

But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

6.  "I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 
I  am  resolved  to  try ; 

For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  forever  die." 


98  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 


118 


119 


S.  S.  Hosanna  134,  II.  Voices  80,  Oriola  111. 
C.  M. 

1.  Whene'er  I  take  my  walks  abroad 
How  many  poor  I  see ! 

What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 
For  all  his  gifts  to  me ! 

2.  Not  more  than  others  I  deserve, 
Yet  God  hath  given  me  more; 

For  I  have  food  while  others  starve 
Or  beg  from  door  to  door. 

3.  How  many  children  in  the  street 
Half  naked  I  behold, 

While  I  am  clothed  from  head  to  feet, 
And  cover' d  from  the  cold  ! 

4.  While  some  poor  wanderers  scarce  can  tell 
Where  they  may  lay  their  head, 

I  lmve  a  home  wherein  to  dwell, 
And  rest  upon  my  bed. 

5.  While  others  early  learn  to  swear, 
And  curse,  and  lie,  and  steal, 

Lord,  I  am  taught  thy  name  to  fear, 
And  do  thy  holy  will. 

6.  Are  these  thy  favors,  day  by  day, 
To  me  above  the  rest? 

Then  let  me  love  thee  more  than  they, 
And  try  to  serve  thee  best. 

G.  Shower  10,  Pilgrims'  Songs  4. 

THE  MERCY-SEAT.  L.  M. 

1.  From  ev'ry  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  ev'ry  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat, 
JTis  found  beneath  the  Mercy-seat. 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

Chorus. — The  Mercy-seat,  the  Mercy-seat, 
The  blessed  Mercy-seat, 
The  Mercy-seat,  the  Mercy-seat, 
The  blessed  Mercy-seat. 

2.  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads, —     . 
A  place  than  all  b.eside  more  sweet : 
It  is  the  blood-bought  Mercy-seat. 

Cho. — The  Mercy-seat,  &c. 

3.  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend ; 
Though  sunder' d  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  Mercy-seat. 

Cho. — The  Mercy-seat,  &c. 

4.  There,  there  on  eagle  wings  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  molest  no  more, 

And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  Mercy-seat. 
Cho.-^-TL*  Mercy-seat  &c. 


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G.  Shower  16,  Pilgrims'  Songs  22. 
1  OUGHT  TO  LOVE  MY  SAVIOUR. 


1.  I  ought  to  love  my  Saviour ! 

No  earthly  friend  can  be 
One-half  so  kind  and  faithful 

As  he  has  been  to  me. 
Before  my  lips  could  utter 

His  sweet  and  precious  name, 
Until  the  present  moment, 
His  love  has  been  the  same. 
Refrain. — I  ought  to  love  my  Saviour, 

My  precious,  precious  Saviour, 
I  ought  to  love  my  Saviour, 
He  loves  me  well,  I  know. 


100  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

2.  He  left  his  home  in  glory, 
To  save  my  soul  from  death, 

And  now  in  all  life's  dangers 
He  still  sustains  my  breath. 

I  lay  me  down  and  slumber 

All  through  the  hours  of  night, 

And  wake  again  in  safety 
To  hail  the  morning  light. 
Kef. — I  ought  to  love  my  Saviour,  &c. 

3.  It  is  but  very  little 
For  him  that  I  can  do; 

Then  let  me  seek  to  serve  him 
My  earthly  journey  through, 

And  without  sigh  or  murmur 
To  do  his  holy  will, 

And  in  my  daily  duties 
His  wise  commands  fulfil. 
Ref. — I  ought  to  love  my  Saviour,  &c. 

4.  And  when  I  reach  the  mansion 
He  has  prepared  for  me, 

'Twill  be  my  grateful  pleasure 
My  Saviour's  face  to  see. 

And  mid  the  angels'  music, 
Which  then  will  greet  my  ear, 

How  eagerly  I'll  listen 

My  Saviour's'  voice  to  hear ! 
Ref. — I  ought  to  love  my  Saviour,  &c. 


121 


G.  Shower  20. 

A  LAND  WITHOUT  A  STORM.  8s,  7s. 


1.  Boys. — Traveller,  whither  art  thou  going, 
Heedless  of  the  clouds  that  form? 
Girls. — Naught  to  me  the  winds  rough  blowing, 
Mine's  a  land  without  a^torm. 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS.  101 

Chorus. — And  I'm  going,  yes,  I'm  going 

To  that  land  that  has  no  stormt, 
And  I'm  going,  yes,  I'm  going 
To  the  land  that  has  no  storms. 

2.  Boys. — Traveller,  art  thou  here  a  stranger, 

Not  to  fear  the  tempest's  power? 
Girls. — I  have  not  a  thought  of  danger, 

Tho'  the  sky  more  darkly  lower. 
Cho. — And  I'm  going,  yes,  I'm  going,  &c. 

3.  Boys. — Traveller,  now  a  moment  linger, 

Soon  the  darkness  will  be  o'er. 
Girls. — No  ;  I  see  a  beckoning  finger, 
Guiding  to  a  far-off  shore. 
Cho. — And  I'm  going,  yes,  I'm  going,  &c. 

4.  Boys. — Traveller,  yonder  narrow  portal 

Opens  to  receive  thy  form. 
Girls. — Yes  ;  but  I  shall  be  immortal 

In  that  land  without  a  storm. 
Cho. — And  I'm  going,  yes,  I'm  going,  &c. 


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G.  Shower  24. 

HEAVENLY  SONG. 


1.  There's  a  country,  dear  children,  of  endless  de- 

light, 
Unclouded  by  sorrow,  ne'er  shaded  in  night, 
Where  the  spirits  in  glory  unite  in  the  psalm 
Ascribing  all  honor  to  God  and  the  Lamb. 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go, 
To  join  them  in  praise  unto  God  and  the  Lamb? 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go, 
To  join  them  in  praise  unto  God  and  the  Lamb? 

2.  And  may  all  the  children  unite  with  that  throng? 
Shall  they  to  the  choir  celestial  belong  ? 


10S  SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Oh,  say,  may  our  voices  with  seraphim  chime, 
And  join  the  redeenrd  in  that  music  sublime  ? 

May  we  go, 
A.id  join  the  redeem' d  in  that  music  sublime? 

3.  Yes,  come  with  your  young  hearts  to  Jesus,  and 

pray 
That  earlv  he'll  help  you  to  find  the  good  way ; 
Oh,  he'll  meet  you,  dear  ones,  with  his  own  smile  of 

love,  .  . 

And  appoint  you  a  place  in  the  mansions  above. 

You  may  come, 
He'll  give  you  a  place  in  the  mansions  above. 

4.  Oh,  heaven,  with  joy  from  this  world  of  distress, 
Where  sin  is  a  burden  and  trials  oppress  — 

From  the  wilderness  drear,  where  uncertain  we  roam, 
We  look  to  that  land  where  the  soul  has  a  home. 

We  will  go, 
Will  go  to  that  land  where  the  soul  has  a  home. 


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G.  Shower  30,  P.  Songs  30. 

WE'RE  NEASEK  HOME, 

1.  We  know  not  what's  before  us, 
What  trials  are  to  come ; 

But  each  day  passing  o'er  us 

Brings  us  still  nearer  home. 
Cho. — We're  nearer,  nearer  home, 
Our  blessed,  happy  home, 
Where  grief  and  sin  can  never  come, 

WVre  nearer,  nearer  home, 
Nearer  home,  nearer  home, 

Nearer  to  my  happy  home, 
Nearer  home,  nearer  home, 
Our  blessed,  happy  home. 

2.  Tho'.  dark  our  path  and  lonely, 
And  ?buds  our  sky  o'ercast, 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS.  103 

Let  us  remember  only 
That  it  will  soon  be  past. 

Cho. — We're  nearer,  nearer  home,  &c.' 

3.  Whate'er  of  gloom  or  anguish 

Life  to  our  hearts  may  bring, 
In  doubt  we  will  not  languish, 

But  cheerfully  we'll  sing. 

Cho. — We're  nearer,  nearer  home,  &c. 


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Pilgrim's  Songs  24,  (t.  Shower  82. 
LOOKING  HOME, 

1.  Ah,  this  heart  is  void  and  chill, 
Mid  earth's  noisy  throngings, 

For  my  Father's  mansions  still 
Earnestly  is  longing. 

Refkafn. — Looking  home,  looking  home, 
Towards  the  heavenly  mansions 
Jesus  hath  prepared  for  me 
In  his  Father's  kingdom. 

2.  Soon  the  glorious  day  will  dawn, 
Heavenly  pleasures  bringing ; 

2aght  will  be  exchanged  for  morn, 
Sighs  give  place  to  singing. 
Ref. — Looking  home,  &c. 

3.  Oh,  to  be  at  home  again, 
All  for  which  we're  sighing, 

From  all  earthly  want  and  pain 
To  be  swiftly  flying. 

Ref. — Looking  home,  &c. 

4.  With  this  load  of  sin  and  care 
Then  no  longer  bending, 

But  with  waiting  angels  there 
On  our  soul  attending. 
Ref. — I  ooking  home,  &c 


104  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS 

5.  Blessed  home,  oh !  blessed  home, 
All  for  which  we're  sighing, 

Soon  onr  Lord  will  bid  ns  come 
To  onr  Father's  kingdom. 
Kef. — Looking  home,  &c. 


125 


G.  Shower  3G,  Oriola  134,  or  G.  Tidings  71,  without 
Chorus. 

GOOD  TIDINGS. 


1.  Shout  the  tidings  of  salvation. 
To  the  aged  and  the  young, 

Till  the  precious  invitation 

Waken  every  heart  and  tongue. 
Cho. — Send  the  sound  the  earth  around, 

From  the  rising  to  the  setting  of  the  sun, 
Till  each  gathering  crowd 
Shall  proclaim  aloud, 

The  glorious  work  is  done. 

2.  Shout  the  tidings  of  salvation 
O'er  the  prairies  of  the  West, 

Till  each  gath'ring  congregation 
With  the  gospel  sound  is  blest. 
Cho. — Send  the  sound  the  earth  around,  &c. 

3.  Shout  the  tidings  of  salvation, 
Mingling  with  the  ocean's  roar, 

Till  the  ships  of  every  nation 

Bear  the  news  from  shore  to  shore. 
Cho. — Send  the  sound  the  earth  around,  &c.  ■ 

4.  Shout  the  tidings  of  salvation 
O'er  the  islands  of  the  sea, 

Till,  in  humble  adoration, 

All  to  Christ  shall  bow  the  knee. 
Cho. — Send  the  sound  the  earth  around,  &c. 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYM^S.  105 

^  ~~  G.  Shower  92. 

Uo  THE  ANGELS  THERE  WILL  TEACH  US. 

1.  To  the  heavenly  land,  to  the  heavenly  land, 
Y>7here  the  saints  and  the  seraphs  stand, 

We  are  on  our  way,  we  are  on  our  way, 

A  united  and  happy  band. 
Chorus. — For  the  angels  there  will  teach  us 
How  to  sing  a  sweeter  song ! 
And  ho  sorrow'll  ever  reach  us, 
In  that  happy,  happy  throng, 
In  the  heavenly  land,  in  the  heavenly  land, 
Where  the  saints  and  the  seraphs  stand. 

2.  Tho'  we  often  tire,  tho'  we  often  tire, 
Where  the  pathway  is  steep  and  straight, 

We  will  still  press  on,  we  will  still  press  on, 
Till  we  press  through  the  Golden  Gate. 

Cho. — For  the  angels  there  will  teach  us,  &c. 

3.  But  we  need  not  fear,  but  we  need  not  fear, 
For  we've  Jesus  to  be  our  guide; 

And  with  him  so  near,  ay,  with  hirn  so  near, 
"Naught  of  evil  can  e'er  betide. 

Cho. — For  the  angels  there  shall  teach  us,  &c. 

4.  Will  you  go  with  us?  will  you  go  with  us? 
Come  and  share  this  bright  home  above, 

Where  the  endless  day,  where  the  endless  day 
Is  illumed  by  our  Father's  love. 

Cho. — For  the  angels  there  shall  teach  us,  &c. 

^^>-  Pilgrims'  Songs  50,  G.  Shower  60. 

1J7        THE  CHRISTIAN'S  DEAR  HOME. 

1.  Speed  away !  speed  away !  happy  soul  of  the  blest 
From  thy  prison-house  fly,  like  a  bird  to  her  nest ; 
Angel  spirits  are  bending  in  love  from  the  sky, 
To  welcome  thee  home  to  the  mansions  on  high, 
To  the  land  where  no  night  is,  no  tears,  no  decay! 


106  Bl  XDAY-SCIIOOL   HYMNS. 

Speed  away,  speed  away,  happy  soul  of  the  blest, 
Speed  away,  speed  away,  to  the  land  of  thy  rest. 

2.  Speed  away!  speed  away!  Oh,  why  linger  below, 
When  thy  measure  of  glory  no  mortal  can  know, 
And  the  visions  of  beauty  that  beam  on  thy  sight 
All  come  from  the  Christian's  dear  home  of  delight, 
Thy  darkness  is  turn'd  into  infinite  day! 

Speed  away,  speed  away,  happy  soul  of  the  blest, 
Speed  away,  speed  away,  to  the  land  of  thy  rest. 

3.  Speed  away!  speed  away!  happy  soul  of  the  blest, 
To  the  land  where  the  weary,  worn  pilgrim  may  rest, 
To  the  city  celestial,  that  beautiful  shore, 

Where  the  presence  of  deatli  we  shall  fear  nevermore. 
Up!  heavenward!  let  nothing  thy  journey  delay! 
Speed  away,  speed  away,  happy  soul  of  the  blest, 
Speed  away,  speed  away,  to  the  land  of  thy  rest. 


128 


G.  Shower  80,  Oricla  1S7. 
NOW  WE  LIFT  OUR  TUNEFUL  VOICES.     5, 7. 

1.  Now  we  lift  our  tuneful  voices, 
In  a  new,  melodious  song; 

While  each  youthful  heart  rejoices 
To  behold  the  gathering  throng. 
CHORUS. — As  we  lift  our  waving  banners 
To  the  breeze-s  soft  and  mild, 
May  the  tide  of  glad  hosannas 
Flow  from  bosoms  undetiled. 

2.  Ye  who  join  our  celebration, 
Sweetest  melodies  employ; 

Bow  with  us  in  adoration, 

Fill'd  with  holy,  heavenly  joy. 
Cho. — As  we  lift,  &c. 

3.  Teachers  kind,  whose  care  unceasing 
All  must  honor  and  approve; 

Thanks  for  labor  still  unceasing, 
Heaven  reward  your  works  of  love. 
Clio. — As  ye  lift,  &c. 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  107 

4.  Thanks  to  God  for  every  blessing 
Which  his  bounteous  hand  bestows ; 

All  on  earth  that's  worth  possessing 
From  that  hand  incessant  flows.      t 
Cho. — As  we  lift,  &c. 

U  C%6\  Pilgrims'  Songs  80,  0.  Shower  72. 

UH       THE  BRIGHT  HILLS  OF  GLORY. 

1.  Oh,  give  me  a  harp  on  the  bright  hills  of  glory, 
A  home  when  life's  sorrows  are  o'er, 

Where  joys  that  await  the  meek  and  the  lowly 
Will  more  than  lost  Eden  restore. 

Chokus. 
Where  the  new  song  of  glory,  Is  the  theme  of  the  holy, 

And  the  ransom' d  are  safe  evermore, 
Where  the  new  song  of  glory,  Is  the  theme  of  the  holy, 

And  the  ransom' d  are  safe  evermore. 

2.  Oh,  there  let  me  roam  on  the  banks  of  the  river, 
Escorted  by  angels  along ; 

And  with'  them  adore  the  Bounteous  Giver 
Whose  love  is  rehearsed  by  the  throng. 

Chorus. 

Where  the  new  song  is  given,  To  the  loved  ones  in 
And  the  angels  re-echo  the  song,  [heaven, 

Where  the  new  song  is  given,  To  the  loved  ones  in 
And  the  angels  re-echo  the  song.  [heaven, 

3.  There  sweetly  we'll  rest  in  those  mansions  forever, 
And  bask  in  the  fulness  of  love, 

Where  fields  are  all  bright  with  flow'rets  that  never 
Shall  wither  in  Eden  above. 

Chorus. 
There  the  new  song  of  pardon,  Is  the  theme  over  Jor- 

And  each  harp  swells  the  chorus  of  love,         [dan, 
There  the  new  song  of  pardon,  Is  the  theme  over  Jor- 

And  each  harp  shells  the  chorus  of  love.         [dan, 


108  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYM&S. 

4.  Oh,  who  lias  prepared  this  banquet  of  pleasures, 

In  heaven' 8  sweet  bower  of  rest, 
And  "bids  us  partake  of  all  its  rich  treasures, 

And  ypits  now  to  welcome  each  guest  ? 

Chorus. 
It  is  Jesus  our  Saviour,  And  we'll  praise  him  forever, 

"When  we're  safe  in  those  mansions  of  rest, 
It  is  Jesus  our  Saviour,  And  we'll  praise  him  forever 

When  we're  safe  in  those  mansions  of  rest. 


130 


Oriola  12S,  G.  Shower  91,  or  Happy  Voices  184, 
S.  S.  Hosanna  152. 

HEAVEN  IS  MY  HOME. 

1.  Fm  but  a  stranger  here, 
Heaven  is  my  home  ; 

Earth  is  a  desert  drear, 

Heaven  is  my  home ; 
Dangers  and  Borrows  stand 
Round  me  on  every  hand, 
Heaven  is  my  Fatherland, 

Heaven  is  my  home. 

2.  What  though  the  tempests  rage, 
Heaven  is  my  home ; 

Short  is  my  pilgrimage, 

Heaven  is  my  home ; 
And  time's  wild  wintry  blast 
Soon  will  be  over  past, 
I  shall  reach  home  at  last, — 

Heaven  is  my  home. 

3.  Therefore  I  murmur  not ; 
Heaven  is  my  home ; 

Whate'er  my  earthly  lot, 

Heaven  is  my  home; 
And  I  shall  surely  stand 
There  at  my  Lord's  right  hand ; 
Heaven  is  my  Fatherland, 

Heaven  is  my  home. 


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SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS.  109 

G.  Slower  74. 

WE  HAVE  COME  REJOICING. 


1.  "We  have  come  rejoicing  on  this  happy  day, 
In  our  Sunday-school  we  dearly  love  to  stay, 
And  with  voices  blending  in  a  sacred  song, 
We  the  Saviour's  praise  prolong. 

Chorus. — There  we  shall  never  grieve  him  more, 
But  with  the  angels  on  that  shore, 
Strike  the  harps  of  glory  in  a  sweeter  strain, 
And  ever  with  them  praise  his  holy  name. 

2.  Thro'  the  week  he's  kept  us,  and  his  smiling  face 
Still  is  beaming  on  us  in  this  happy  place; 

And  the  gracious  Spirit  from  his  holy  throne 
Tells  us  of  a  better  home. 

Cho. — There  we  shall  never  grieve  him  more,  &c. 

3.  Jesus  there  is  smiling,  on  his  Father's  throne, 
Saying,  "Come  in,  welcome,  come,  for  here  is  room 
In  these  shining  mansions  I  have  still  a  place, 
Children,  hasten  to  my  face." 

Cho.— There  we  shall  never  grieve  him  more,  &c 

4.  "And  in  robes  of  glory,  like  the  stars  above, 
Shall  my  loved  ones  ever,  ever  with  me  rove, 
Where  the  waving  fiow'rets  of  immortal  bloom 
Shed  around  their  sweet  perfume." 

Cho. — There  we  shall  never  grieve  him  more,  &c 


132 


G.  Shower  76. 
JESUS  IS  XIBG. 

1.  He  who  once  to  earth  came  down, 
Toil'd  and  suffer'd  here  below, 

.Sits  upon  his  heavenly  throne, 
Wears  the  crown  of  glory  now. 


110  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

Chorus. — While  angels  join  to  sing, 

And  loud  the  sweet  words  ring, — 
Jesus  is  King, 
Jesus  is  King. 

2.  Many  little  ones  are  there, 
Gathered  in  that  shining  throng ; 

Listen  !  through  the  Sabbath  air 
You  may  hear  their  joyful  song. 
Cho. — Come  let  us  join  to  sing, 

Loud  let  the  sweet  words  ring, — 
Jesus  is  King, 
Jesus  is  King. 

3.  Yes,  our  loved  and  lost  are  there*, 
They  have  reach' d  the  happy  la«d, 

Now  white  robes  and  crowns  they  wear, 
They  have  join'd  the  angel  band. 
Cho. — They  strike  each  golden  string, 

And  loud  the  sweet  words  ring,— 
Jesus  is  King, 
Jesus  is  King. 

4.  Christians  in  the  song  unite, 
Gladly  swell  the  notes  of  praise,    ' 

And,  with  saints  and  angels  bright, 
Still  the  grateful  anthem  raise. 
Cho. — Come  let  us  join  to  sing, 

Loud  let  the  sweet  words  ring, — ■ 
Jesus  is  King, 
Jesus  is  King. 

5.  Surely  we  that  song  may  share, 
Jesus  bids  the  children  come, 

Gives  the  lambs  his  tender  care, 
Guides  them  to  his  heavenly  home. 
Oho. — Come  let  us  join  to  sing, 

Loud  let  the  sweet  words  ring, — 
Jesus  is  King, 
Jesus  is  King. 


138 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  Ill 

II.  Voices  42,  or  S.  S.  Hosanna  99,  or  Oriola  117, 

or  Glad  Tidings  58. 

GOD  IS  LOVE. 


1.  Come,  let  us  all  unite  to  sing, 

God  is  love. 
Let  heaven  and  earth  their  praises  bring ; 

God  is  love. 
Let  every  soul  from  sin  awake, 
Each  in  his  heart  sweet  music  make, 
And  sing  with  us,  for  Jesus'  sake, 

God  is  love. 

2.  Oh,  tell  to  earth's  remotest  bound, 

God  is  love. 
In  Christ  we  have  redemption  found  ; 

God  is  love. 
His  blood  has  wash'd  our  sins  away, 
His  Spirit  turn'd  our  night  to  day, 
And  now  we  can  rejoice  to  say, 

God  is  love, 

3.  How  happy  is  our  portion  here ! 

God  is  love. 
His  promises  our  spirits  cheer; 

God  is  love. 
He  is  our  sun  and  shield  by  day, 
Our  help,  our  hope,  our  strength,  and  stay ; 
He  will  be  with  us  all  the  way : 

God  is  love. 

4.  What  though  my  heart  and  flesh  should  fail 
%  God  is  love. 

Through  Christ  I  shall  o'er  death  prevail ' 

God  is  love. 
Though  Jordan  swell,  I  need  not  fear, 
My  Saviour  will  be  with  me  there, 
My  hdad  above  the  waves  to  bear; 

God  is  love ! 


H2  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

5.  In  Zion  we  shall  sing  again, 

God  is  love. 
Yes,  this  shall  be  our  lofty  strain, 

God  is  love. 
While  endless  ages  roll  along, 
In  concert  with  the  heavenly  throng, 
This  shall  be  still  our  sweetest  song, 

God  is  love. 


134 


G.  Ceiiser  24,  Musical  Leaves  23. 
WHO  IS  MY  NEIGHBOE? 

1.  Oh,  who  is  my  neighbor?  pray  tell  me, 
As  I  journey  along  here  below. 

For  my  Bible  commands  me  to  love  him 
As  myself,  and  my  neighbor  I'd  know. 

Is  it  he  who  sits  down  at  my  table,  v 
My  brother  so  dear  unto  me, 

Or  my  friend  who  hath  done  me  a  favor, — 
My  neighbor,  oh,  where  may  he  be? 
Where  may  he  be?  where  may  he  be 
My  neighbor,  oh!  where  may 'he  be? 

2.  The  world  is  thy  neighbor,  poor  pilgrim; 
From  the  beggar  so  wretched  to  see, 

To  the  rich  man  that  rides  in  his  carriage, — 
All  alike  have  a  claim  upon  thee! 

Go  ye  out  in  the  highways  and  hedges, 
The  alleys,  the  lanes,  and  the  street; 

For  ye  never  have  need  to  stand  idle 
The  want  of  a  neighbor  to  greet ! 
A  neighbor  to  greet, — a  neighbor  to  greet, 
The  want  of  a  neighbor  to  greet. 

3.  Drink  deep  from  sweet  charity's  fountain; 
Little  failings  in  kindness  o'erlook  ; 

For  our  Saviour  had  pity  for  others, 
And  he  never  his  neighbor  forsook. 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  113 

He  hath  said  that  a  cup  of  cold  water, 
If  given  in  the  name  of  the  Lord. 

In  that  day  when  he  makes  up  his  jewels, 
Shall  meet  with  a  tenfold  reward  ! 
A  tenfold  reward,  a  tenfold  reward, 
Shall  meet  with  a  tenfold  reward ! 


185 


G.  Censer  3,  Musical  Leaves  50, 
GLOET,  GLOEY  TO  THE  LAMB. 


1.  Hark,  the  sweetest  notes  of  angels  singing, 
Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb ! 

All  the  hosts  of  heaven  their  tribute  bringing, 
liaising  high  the  Saviour's  name. 
Refrain. — We  wix1  join  the  beautiful  angels, 
We  will  join  the  beautiful  angels, 
Singing  away,  singing  away, 
Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb. 

2.  Ye  for  whom  his  precious  life  was  given, 
Sacred  themes  to  you  belong ; 

Come,  and  join  the  glorious  choir  of  heaven, 

Join  the  everlasting  song. 
Ref. — We  will  join  the  beautiful  angels,  &c. 

3.  Hearts  ail  filFd  with  holy  emulation,  _ 
We  unite  with  those  above; 

Sweet  the  theme, — the  theme  of  free  salvation, 
Founts  of  everlasting  love. 
-  Kef. — We  will  join  the  beautiful  angels,  &c. 

4.  Endless  life  in  Christ  our  Lord  possessing, 
Let  us  praise  his  precious  name; 

Glory,  honor,  riches,  power,  and  blessing 

Be  forever  to  the  Lamb. 
Ref. — We  will  join  the  beautiful  angels,  &c. 

8 


114  SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS. 


136 


(J.  Censor  86. 
THE  LAND  BEYOND  THE  EIVER. 


1.  No  mortal  eye  that  land  hath  seen,  Beyond,  beyond 

the  river, 
Its  smiling  valleys,  hills  so  green,  Beyond,  beyond  the 
river. 
Its  shores  are  coming  nearer, 
The  skies  are  growing  clearer, 
Each  day  it  seemeth  dearer, 

That  land  beyond  the  river. 
Refrain. — We'll   stand  the  storm,  we'll   stand  the 
Its  rage  is  almost  over ;  [storm, 

We'll  anchor  in  the  harbor  soon 
In  the  land  beyond  the  riwr. 

2.  No  cankering  care  nor  mortal  strife,  Beyond,  &c. 
But  happy,  never-ending  life,  Beyond,  &c. 

Through  the  eternal  hours, 
God's  love,  in  heavenly  showers, 
Shall  water  faith's  fair  flowers, 
In  the  land  beyond  the  river. 
Ref. — We'll  stand  the  storm,  we'll  stand  the  storm,  &e. 

3.  That  glorious  day  will  ne'er  be  done,  Beyond,  &c. 
When  we've  the  crown  and  kingdom  won,  Beyond,  &e. 

There  is  eternal  pleasure, 
And  joys  that  none  can  measure, 
*    For  those  who  have  their  treasure  In  the  land,  Ac. 
Ref. — We'll  stand  the  storm,  we'll  stand  the  storm,  &e. 

4.  When  shall  we  look  from  Zion's  hill,  Beyond,  &c. 
With  endless  bliss  onr  hearts  shall  thrill,  Beyond, &c. 

There  angels  bright  are  singing, 
Where  golden  harps  are  ringing, 
We  ne'er  shall  cease  our  singing  In  the  land,  &c. 
Ref. — W^'ll  stand  tie  storm,  we'll  stand  the  storm,  &c. 


SUXD AY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  115 

-  ^~  G.  Shower  111. 

lo7  HOSANNA.  "Blessed  is  lie  that  cometl  "-Anth, 

Hosanna,  Hosanna,  Hosanna,  Hosanna, 
Blessed  is  he  that  cometh  in  the  name  of  the  Lord ! 
Hosanna,  Hosanna,  Hosanna,  Hosanna, 
Blessed  is  he  that  cometh  in  the  name  of  the  Lord! 

Blessed  be  the  kingdom  of  our  father  David, 
That  cometh,  that  cometh  in  the  name  of  the  Lord ! 
Blessed  be  the  kingdom  of  our  father  David, 
That  cometh,  that  cometh  in  the  name  of  the  Lord ! 

Hosanna,  Hosanna,  Hosanna  in  the  highest, 
Hosanna,  Hosanna,  Hosanna  ! 

Full.  Chorus. 
Blessed  be  the  kingdom  of  our  father  David, 
Hosanna  in  the  highest,  in  the  highest ! 

Amen,  Amen*. 

^1  ^  .-  G.  Censer  116. 

lOO  GLORY  TO  GOD  DT  THE  HIGHEST -Anth. 

1.  Glory  to  God  in  the  highest ! 
Glory  to  God,  Glory  to  God, 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest ! 
Shall  be  our  song  to-day ; 
Another  year's  rich  mercies  prove 
His  ceaseless  care  and  boundless  love ; 
So  let  our  loudest  voices  raise 

Our  Anniversary  song  of  praise. 
Full  Chorus. — Glory  to  God  in  the  highest ! 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest ! 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high ! 

2.  The  song  that  woke  the  glorious  morn 
•When  David's  greater  son  was  born, 
Sung  by  a  heavenly  host,  and  we 
Would  join  ih7  angelic  company. 

F.  Cho. — Glory  to    xod  in  the  highest,  &c 


139 


H6  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

3.  And  while  we  with  the  angels  sing, 
I  ri  fcs,  with  the  Avise  men,  let  us  bring 
Into  the  Babe  of  Bethlehem, 

And  oiler  our  young  hearts  to  him. 

F.  Clio.— Glory  to  God  in  the  highest,  &c. 

4.  Oh,  may  we,  an  unbroken  band, 
Around  the  throne  of  Jesus  stand, 
And  there,  with  angels  and  the  throng 
Of  his  redeemed  ones,  join  the  song. 

F.  Clio .— Glory  to  God  in  the  highest,  &c 

Diadem  9& 

ANGEL  VISITS. 

1.  In  the  mild  and  pensive  twilight, 
When  the  earth  is  calm  and  still, 

And  a  deep,  mysterious  sadness 

Doth  my  spirit's  chambers  fill, 
In  the  gathering  shades  of  evening, 

When  the  friendly  stars  appear, 
There  are  soft  and  silvery  voices 

From  yon  distant,  lofty  sphere. 
Chorus. 
When  earth's  cares  and  sorrows  all  are  over 

I  shall  gain  that  blissful,  blissful  home, 
Whence  the  happy,  happy  ransom'd  spirit 

Shall  no  more,  no  more  a  wand'rer  roam. 

2.  E'en  the  forms  of  the  departed, 
Floating  through  the  heavenly  air, 

Seem,  with  soft,  melodious  voices, 
Whispering  words  of  comfort  rare; 

Pictured  on  the  melting  azure, 

Gleam  their  robes  of  shadowy  light, 

While  their  mild  and  tender  glances 
Shine  upon  me  softly  bright. 
Clio.— When  earth's  cares,  &c. 

3.  Faces  o'er  whose  gentle  beauty 
I  in  silent  anguish  wept, 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  117 

As  in  death's  unchanging  slumber 

They  before  my  vision  slept ; 
Forms  which  I  beheld  enshrouded 

In  the  drapery  of  the  tomb, 
And  who  long  with  dust  have  mingled 

In  the  churchyard's  silent  gloom. 
Cho. — When  earth's  cares,  &c 
*. 
4.  Friends  whom  I  most  fondly  cherish'd 

When'  their  lives  with  mine  did  twine, 
And  who  still  within  my  memory 

Love  doth  sacredly  enshrine : 
These,  in  fair,  seraphic  beauty, 

Smile  upon  me  from  the  sky, 
Often  gently  whispering  to  me 

That  the  blessed  goal  is  nigh. 

Cho. — When  earth's  cares,  &c. 


-*    m  f±  Diadem  96. 

14:0  OH,  HAD  I  FLEET  WINGS, 

1.  Oh,  had  I  fleet  wings  like  a  dove,  to  fly 
Away  from  this  world  of  care, 

My  soul  would  mount  to  the  realms  on  high, 

And  seek  for  refuge  there. 
But  is  there  no  heaven  for  me  here  on  earth? 

No  hope  for  the  wounded  breast? 
Xo  favor'd  spot  where  content  has  birth, 

In  which  I  may  find  a  rest? 

2.  Oh,  yes,  it  is  written,  "Believe  and  live !" 
The  heart,  by  bright  hope  allured, 

Shall  find  the  comfort  these  words  can  give, 

And  be  by  its  faith  assured. 
Then  why  should  we  shrink  from  the  world's  chill- 
ing frown, 

"When  truth  to  the  heart  has  given 
A  light  in  darkness  to  guide  us  on 

In  joy  to  the  paths  of  heaven  ? 


118  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

3.  There  is,  oh,  there  is  in  God's  holy  word, 

That  word  which  can  ne'er  depart, 
There  is  a  promise  of  mercy  stored 

For  them  that  are  pure  in  heart. 
"My  yoke  it  is  easy,  my  burden  is  light, 

Then  come  unto  me  for  rest." 
These  are  the  words  of  sweet  promise  stored 

To  soothe  every  wounded  bfeast. 

mG.  Censer  88. 
OH,  WE  ARE  VOLUNTEERS. 

1.  Oh,  we  *are  volunteers  in  the  army  of  ihe  Lord, 
Forming  into  line  at  our  Captain's  word  ; 

We  are  under  marching  orders  to  take  the  battle  field, 
And  we'll  ne'er  give  o'er  the  fight  till  the  foe  shall 
yield. 

Chorus. 
Come  and  join  the  army,  the  army  of  the  Lord, 
Jesus  is  our  Captain,  we  rally  at  his  word ; 
Sharp  will  be  the  conflict  with  the  powers  of  sin, 
But,  with  such  a  Leader,  we  are  sure  to  win. 

2.  The  glory  of  our  flag  is  the  emblem  of  the  dove, 
Gleaming  are  our  swords  from  the  forge  of  love ; 
We  go  forth,  but  not  to  battle  for  earthly  honors  vain, 
'Tis  a  bright  immortal  crown  that  we  seek  to  gain. 

Cho. — Come  and  join  the  army,  &c. 

3.  Our  foes  are  in  the  field,  pressing  hard  on  every 

side 
Envy,  anger,  hatred,  with  self  and  pride ; 
They  are  cruel,  fierce,  and  strong,  ever  ready  to  attack ; 
We  must  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray,  if  we'd  drive 

them  back. 
Cho. — Come  and  join  the  army,  &c. 

4.  Oh,  glorious  is  the  struggle  in  which  we  draw  the 

sword, 
Glorious  in  the  kingdom  of  Christ  our  Lord ; 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  119 

It  shall  spread  from  sea  to  sea,  it  shall  reach  from 

shore  to  shore, 
And  his  people  shall  be  blessed  for  evermore. 
Ciro. — Come  and  join  the  army,  &c. 


U2 


Tune,  Robin  Adair,  and  G.  Censer  89,  or  Fresh  Laurels 
77,  or  Musical  Leaves  64.  Glad  Tidings  137. 

JESUS  IS  MINE. 

1.  Fade,  fade  each  earthly  joy, 
Jesus  is  mine ; 

Break  every  tender  tie, 

Jesus  is  mine ; 
Dark  is  the  wilderness, 
Earth  has  no  resting-place, 
Jesus  alone  can  bless, 

Jesus  is  mine. 

2.  Tempt  not  my  soul  away, 
Jesus  is  mine  ; 

Here  would  I  ever  stay, 

Jesus  is  mine ; 
Perishing  things  of  clay,  fc 

Born  but  for  one  brief  day, 
Pass  from  my  heart  away, 

Jesus  is  mine. 

3.  Farewell,  ye  dreams  of  night, 
Jesus  is  mine ; 

Lost  in  this  dawning  light, 

Jesus  is  mine ; 
All  that  my  soul  has  tried, 
Left  but  a  dismal  void 
Jesus  has  satisfied, 

Jesus  is  mine. 

4.  Farewell,  mortality, 
Jesus  is  mine ; 

Welcome,  eternity, 
Jesus  is  mine ; 


120  SUNDAY-SCHOO^  hymns. 

Welcome,  O  loved  and  blest, 
Welcome,  sweet  scenes  of  rest. 
Welcome,  my  Saviour's  breast, 
Jesus  is  mine. 


143 


Happy  Voices  13.9,  Glad  Tidings  32. 

MARCHING  ON. 

1.  Marching  on,  marching  on,  glad  as  birds  on  the 
wing, 
Come  the  bright  ranks  of  soldiers  from  near  and 
from  far ; 
Happy  hearts  full  of  song  'neath    our   banners  we 
bring. 
We  are  soldiers  of  Zion  prepared  for  the  war. 
Chorus. — Marching  on,  marching  on, 

Sound  the-battie  cry,  sound  the  battle-cry  ! 

For  the  Saviour  is  before  us,  and  for  him  we  draw  the 

sword ;  ,  . 

Marching  on,  marching  on, 
Shout  the  victory,  the  victory,  the  victory ! 
We  will  end  the  battle  singing  hallelujah  to  the  Lamb. 

2.  Pressing  on,  pressing  on,  to  the  din  of  the  fray, 
With  the  firm  tread  of  faith  to  the  battle  Ave  go;. 

Mid  the  cheering  of  angels,  our  ranks  march  away, 
With  our  i\i\^  pointing  ever  right  on  towards  the  foe. 
Clio. — Marching  on,  &c. 

3.  Fighting  on,  fighting  on,  in  the  midst  of  the  strife, 
^At  the  call  of  our  Captain,  we  draw  ev'ry  sword  ; 

We  are  battling  for  God,  we  are  struggling  for  life  ' 
Let  us  strike  every  sinner  that  fights 'gainst  the 
Lord. 
Clio. — -Marching  on,  &c. 

4.  Singing  on,  singing  on,  from  the  battle. we  come, 
Ev'ry  flag  bears  a  wreath,  ev'ry  soldier  renown; 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  121 

Heavenly  angels  are  waiting  to  welcome  us  nome, 
And  the  Saviour  will  give  us  a  robe  and  a  crown. 
Cho. — Marching  on,  &c. 

-H   J  Jk  Diadem  86. 

144t  KINDLY  AND  GRACIOUSLY. 

1 .  Kindly  and  graciously,  prompted  by  love, 
Jesus  came  down  from  the  bright  world  above ; 
Though  he  was  glorious,  almighty,  divine, 

Sun  of  that  world  where  the  bright  spirits  shine, 
Yet,  meek  and  lowly,  and  gentle  and  mild, 
Like  us  poor  children,  he,  too,  was  a  child  ; 
Praise  him!  oh,  praise  him!  for,  prompted  by  loVe, 
Jesus  came  down  from  the  bright  world  above. 

2.  Lovingly,  lovingly,  close  to  his  breast, 
Once  little  children  so  fondly  he  press'd, 
Laid  each  dear  hand  on  some  little  one's  head, 
Tenderly  smiling  as  sweetly  he  said, 

"  Dear  little  children,  so  happy  and  free ! 
Suffer  the  children  to  come  unto  me." 
Lovingly,  lovingly,  close  to  his  breast,'  . 
T'hen  the  dear  little  ones  fondly  he  press'd. 

3.  Tenderly,  tenderly,  free  from  alarms, 
Jesus  now  folds  the  dear  iambs  in  his  arms. 
Hark!  there  is  melody  thro'  the  air  borne, — ■ 
Borne  from  the  "  happy  land"  whither  they're  gone 
"Parents,  and  sisters,  and  brothers  most  dear! 
Weep  not,  but  meet  us,  oh,  meet  with  us  here! 
Tenderly,  tenderly,  free  from  alarms, 

Jesus  now  folds  us,  his  lambs,  in  his  arms." 


145 


Diadem  82. 

ANGELS  SINGING. 
1.  When,  of  old,  sweet  angels  singing, 

Borne  upon  the  morning  winds,  *■ 
To  the  air  of  shepherds  winging, 

Fear  and  wonder  filPd  their  minds. 


122  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

Till  they  listen'd  to  the  story, 

Then  all  doubt  and  trembling  cease, 

Unto  God  above  be  glory, 

And  to  men  on  earth  he  peace, 

Unto  God  above  be  glory, 

And  to  men  on  earth  be  peace. 

2.  Still  the  same  sweet  song  is  singing, 
If  we  only  strive  to  hear; 

When  the  heart  is  upward  winging, 
Then  the  angels  do  appear; 

When  we  listen  to  the  story, 
All  our  fears  and  sorrows  cease. 
Unto  God  above,  &c. 

3.  Oh,  ye  heavy  hearts  and  weary, 
Earthly  joys  can  not  suffiee; 

Brightest  prospects  will  grow  dreary, 
Seek  not  here  for  Paradise; 

Tell  to  Christ  your  sad,  sad  story, 
He  will  from  all  sin  release. 
Unto  God  above,  &c. 


"I  4  £*  G*  Censer  104?  Mnsfcal  Leaves  45. 

14:0  BEAUTIFUL  LAND  OF  REST, 

•     1.  Jerusalem,  forever  bright, — 
Beautiful  land  of  rest, 
No  winter  there,  nor  chill  of  night, — 

Beautiful  land  of  rest  I 
The  dripping  cloud  is  chased  away, 
The  sun  breaks  forth  in  endless  day,— 

Jerusalem,  Jerusalem, 
The  beautiful  land  of  rest. 
Chcrus—  Beautiful  land,  Beautiful  land, 
-.*    Beautiful  laud  of 
Beautiful  land,  Beautiful  land, 
Beautiful  laud  oi*  w  t. 


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2.  Jerusalem,  forever  free,— 
Beautiful  laud  of  rest ! 

The  soul's  sweet  home  of  Liberty,— 

Beautiful  laud  of  rest ! 
The  gyves  of  sin,  the  chains  of  woe, 
The  ransom' d  there  will  never  know. 
Jerusalem,  Jerusalem, 

The  beautiful  land  of  rest, 
Cho  —  Beautiful  land,  &c. 

3.  Jerusalem,  forever  dear, — 
Beautiful  land  of  rest ! 

Thy  pearly  gates  almost  appear,— 

Beautiful  land  of  rest ! 
And  when  we  tread  thy  lovely  shore, 
We'll  sing  the  song  we've  sung  before, — 
Jerusalem,  Jerusalem, 

The  beautiful  land  of  rest. 
Cho. — Beautiful  land,  &c. 

G.  Censer  112. 
147  A  OUT  FROM  MACEDONIA. 

1.  There's  a  cry  from  Macedonia,— Come  and  help  us , 

'  The  light  of  "the  gospel  bring.  Oh,  come ! 
Let  us  hear  the  joyful  tidings  of  salvation, 

We  thirst  for  the  living  spring. 
O  ye  heralds  of  the  cross,  be  up  and  doing, 

Kemember  the  great  command,  Away ! 
Go  ye  forth  and  preach  the  word  to  every  creature, 

Proclaim  it  in  ev'ry  land. 
Chorus.— They  shall  gather  from  the  East, 
They  shall  gather  from  the  West, 
With  the  patriarchs  of  old, 
And  the  ransom'd  shall  return 
To  the  kingdoms  of  the  blest, 
With  their  harps  and  crowns  of  gold. 
There's  a  cry  from  Macedonia,— Come  and  help  us; 
The  light  cf  the  gospel  bring,  Oh,  come ! 


*24  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

Let  us  hear  the  joyful  tidings  of  salvation, 
We  thirst  for  the  living  spring. 

2.  Oh,  how  beautiful  their  feet  upon  the  mounta  n* 

The  tidings  of  peace  who  bring,  Who  bring 
lo  the  nations  of  the  earth  who  sit  in  darkness 

And  tell  them  of  Zion's  King; 
Then,  ye  heralds  of  the  cross,  be  up  and  doing 

Go  work  in  your  Master's  field,  Away! 
Sound  the  trumpet,  sound  the  trumpet  of  salvation, 
Ihe  Lord  is  your  strength  and  shield. 
Cho.— Let  the  distant  isles  be  glad, 

Let  them  hail  the  Saviour's  birth, 
And  the  news  of  pardon  free, 
Till  the  knowledge  of  the  truth 
Shall  extend  to  all  the  earth, 
As  the  waters  o'er  the  sea. 
There's  a  cry  from  Macedonia,— Come  and  help  us* 
The  light  of  the  gospel  bring,  Oh,  come!  ' 

Let  us  hear  the  joyful  tidings  of  salvation, 
\\  e  thirst  for  the  living  spring. 

3.  Ye  have  listed  in  the  array  of  the  faithful, 

Like  heroes  the  battle  fight,  Away! 
There  are  foes  on  every  hand  that  will  assail  vou 

Then  gird  on  your  armor  bright; 
With  the  banner  of  the  cross  unfurl'd  before  you 

The  sword  of  the  Spirit  wield,  Away! 
Ye  shall  conquer  through  his  mercy  who  hath  loved 

m      you' 

The  Lord  is  your  strength  and  shield. 

Cho— Ye  are  marching  to  the  land 

Where  the  saints  in  glory  stand, 

And  the  just  for  joy  shall  sing,' 

Ye  by  faith  may  bring  it  nigh; 

Ye  shall  reach  it  by-and-by, 

And  your  shouts  of  triumph  ring. 

There's  a  cry  from  Macedonia,— Come  and  help  us; 


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The  light  of  the  gospel  bring,  Oh,  come! 
Let  us  hear  the  joyful  tidings  of  saivatioi , 
We  thirst  for  the  living  spring. 


148 


G.  Censer  14,  G.  Tidings  122,  Musical  Leaves  24. 
CLIMBING  UP  ZION'S  HILL. 

1.  "I'm  trying  to  climb  up  Zion's  hill," 

For  the  Saviour  whispers,  "  Love  me  ;" 
Tho'  all  beneath  is  dark  as  death, 
Yet  the  stars  are  bright  above  me. 
Then  upward  still 
To  Zion's  hill, 
To  the  land  of  joy  and  beauty, 
My  path  before, 
Shines  more  and  more, 
As  it  nears  the  golden  city. 
Chorus. — I'm  climbing  up  Zion's  hill, 
I'm  climbing  up  Zion's  hill, 
Climbing,  climbing,  climbing  up  Zion's  hill. 

2.  I  know  I'm  but  a  little  child,  % 
My  strength  will  not  protect  me ; 

But  then  I  am  the  Saviour's  lamb, 
And  he  will  not  neglect  me. 
Then  all  the  time 
I'll  try  to  climb 
This  holy  hill  of  Zion ; 
•     For  I  am  sure 
The  way  is  pure, 
And  on  it  comes  "no  lion." 
Cho. — I'm  climbing  up,  &c. 

3.  Then  come  with  me,  we'll  upward  go, 
And  climb  this  hill  together ; 

Amd  as  we  walk,  we'll  sweetly  talk, 
And  sing  as  we  go  thither. 
Then  mount  up  still 
God's  holy  hill,. 


149 


126  SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Till  we  reach  the  pearly  portals, 
Where  raptured  tongues 
Proclaim  the  songs 
Of  the  shining-robed  immortals. 
Cho. — Fm  climbing  up,.  &c. 

G.  Shower  2G,  Oriola  88. 

A  SAVIOUR  EVES  NEAR. 

1.  Hush'd  be  my  murmurings,  let  cares  depart, 
Jesus  is  near  me,  to  cheer  my  heart; 

He's  near  to  help  me  whilst  life's  hours  remain, 
He  speaks  to  cheer  me  in  toil  and  in  pain, 
He  speaks  to  cheer  me  in  toil  and  in  pain. 
Chorus. — Gentle  angels  near  me  glide, 

Hopes  of  glory  round  me  'bide, 
And  there  lingers  by  my  side 
A  Saviour,  a  Saviour,  a  Saviour  ever  near, 
A  Saviour,  a  Saviour,  a  Saviour  ever  near. 

2.  Why  should  I  languish ?— why  should  I  fear? 
In  sorrow  and  anguish  he's  ever  near  ; 
Sleeping  or  waking,  in  pleasure  or  pain, 
Roaming  or  resting,  he'll  near  me  remain. 

Cho. — Gentle  angels,  &c. 

3.  Scenes  that  will  vanish  smile  on  me  now, 
Joys  of  amoment  play  round  my  brow ; 
But  soon  in  heaven  he'll  meet  rae  again, 
There'll  end  my  sorrow,  and  there'll  end  my  pain, 

Cho. — Gentle  angels,  &c. 


150 


S.  S.  Bell,  No.  1—85,  If.  Voices  45,  or  S.  S.  Hosan.  145. 

I  WAS  A  WANDERING  SHEEP,     5  J/.,  Douhle. 
1.  I  was  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  did  not  love  the  Sold  ; 
I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  would  not  be  controll'd  ; 


151 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  127 

I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  did  not  love  my  home, 
I  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice, 

I  loved  afar  to  roam. 

2.  The  Shepherd  sought  his  sheep, 
The  Father  sought  his  child ; 

They  follow' d  me  o'er  vale  and  hill, 

O'er  deserts-waste  and  wild: 
They  found  me  nigh  to  death, 

Famish' d  and  faint  and  lone ; 
They  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love, 

They  saved  the  wandering  one. 

3.  Jesus  my  Shepherd  is  ; 
'Twas  he  that  loved  my  soul, 

'Twas  he  that  wash'd  me  in  his  blood, 
'Twas  he  that  made  me  whole : 

'Twas  he  that  sought  the  lost, 
That  found  the  wandering  sheep  ; 

'Twas  he  that  brought  me  to  the  fold ; 
'Tis  he  that  still  doth  keep. 

4.  No  more  a  wandering  sheep, 
I  love  to  be  controll'd ; 

I  love  my  tender  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  love  the  peaceful  fold. 
No  more  a  wayward  child, 

I  seek  no  more  to  roam ; 
I  love  my  heavenly  Father's  voice ; 

I  love,  I  love  his  home. 

Diadem  76. 

JUDEA'S  PLAINS? 

1.  Watching  on  Judea's  plain, 
Shepherds  spent  their  dewy  night, 

When  there  came  a  heavenly  train, 
In  their  robes  of  spotless  white ; 

Joyful  news  they  brought  to  earth, 
Long  by  prophet  tongues  foretold, 


123  SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

Tidings  of  our  Saviour's  birth, 
*    Tuned  with  harps  of  shining  gold. 
Chobus. — Glory  in  the  highest  sing! 
Glory  be  to  God  above  ! 
Peace  on  earth  we  come  to  bring, 
Unto  men  good  will  and  love. 
2.  Let  us  raise  an  anthem  now 

To  the  name  of  Christ  our  King, 
And^  with  joy  and  gladness  bow, 

While  our  youthful  praise  we  sing. 
Jesus  isthe  children's  friend  ; 

lie  will  hear  their  earnest  prayer: 
He  will  lead  them  to  the  end, 
And  will  keep  them  in  his  care. 

Cno.— Glory  in  the  highest  sing,  &c. 
3.  Let  the  joyful  tidings  fly 

All  the  spacious  earth  around, 
Till  gill  lands  beneath  the  sky 

Hear  and  love  the  holy  sound- 
Till  the  Saviour's  name  is  known, 

Friend,  Eedeemer,  Prince  of  Peace, 
And  in  rapture  to  his  throne 
Praise  shall  evermore  increase. 

Cho—  Glory  in  the  highest  sing,  &c. 

Diadem  78. 
WELCOME  NEWS. 

1.  On  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 
Lo,  the  sacred  herald  stands, 

Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing, 
Zion  long  in  ho3tile  lands : 

Mourning  captive,  mourning  captive! 
God  himself  will  loose  thy  bands, 
God  himself  will  loose  thy  bands. 

2.  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful? 
Have  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved? 

Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 
By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved  ? 


152 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  129 


Cease  thy  mourning!  Cease  thy  mourning 


Zion  still  is  well  beloved 
Zion  still  is  well  beloved. 


3.  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee; 

He  himself  appears  thy  Friend ; 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee; 

Here  their  boasts,  and  triumphs  end. 
Great  deliverance,  Great  deliverance, 

Zion's  King  vouchsafes  to  send, 

Zion's  King  vouchsafes  to  send. 


153 


Casket  57,  Oriola  18. 

SILOAM.  a  U. 

1.  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill, 
How  fair  the  lily  grows ! 

How  sweet  the  breath,  beneath  the  hill, 
Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose ! 

2.  Lo !  such  the  child  whose  early  feet 
The  paths  of  peace  have  trod ; 

Whose  secret  heart,  by  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3.  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 
Of  jnan's  maturer  age 

Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power 
And  stormy  passion's  rage. 

4.  O  Thou  who  givest  life  and  breath, 
We  seek  thy  grace  alone, 

In  childhood,  manhood,  age,  and  death, 
To  keep  us  still  thine  own. 

-a  **    m  G.  Censer  94. 

104  JOYFUL  EVEEMOEE. 

1st.— Semi-Chorus. — Thro'  the  world  we're  march- 

Chorus. — Joyful,  joyful,  joyful !       [ing  on, 
1st. — Soon  our  heaven  will  be  won, 

Chorus. — Joyful  evermore. 
9 


130  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

2d.-— Night  will  soon  be  tnrn'd  to  day. 

Chorus. — Joyful,  joyful,  joyful ! 
2d. —God  will  wipe  aljl  tears  away, 

Chorus. — Joyful  evermore ! 
Refrain. — Oh,  the  road  is  short  and  straight, 
Leading  up  to  Zion's  gate, 
There  our  loved  ones  for  us  wait, 
Joyful,  joyful  evermore. 

1st. — Semi-Chorus. — Tho'  we  here  must  bear  the 

Chorus. — Joyful,  joyful,  joyful ;         [cross, 
1st. — Counting  earthly  gain  as  loss, 

Chorus. — Joyful  evermore. 
2d. — "When  we  lay  life's  burden  down, 

Chorus. — Joyful,  joyful,  joyful ; 
2d. — We  shall  take  the  promised  crown, 

Chorus. — Joyful  evermore. 
Refrain. — Oh,  the  road  is  short,  &c. 

1st. — Now  we  look  to  Christ  for  aid, 

Chorus. — Joyful,  joyful,  joyful ; 
1st. — None  in  vain  to  Him  have  pray'd, 

Chorus. — Joyful  evermore. 
2d. — Let  us  place  our  trust  in  Him, 

Chorus. — Joyful,  joyful,  joyful ; 
2d. — Never  let  our  faith  grow  dim, 

Chorus. — Joyful  evermore. 
Refrain. — Oh,  the  road  is  short,  &c. 


15 


^  Diadem  61,  Musical  Leaver  55. 

O    OH,  SAT,  SHALL  WE  MEET  YOU,  &c. 


Souo. — 1.  Where  do  you  journey,  my  brother, 
Oh,  where  do  you  journey,  I  pray? 
Where  do  you  journey,  my  sister? 
For  stormy  and  dark  is  the  way. 
Duett. — We're  journeying  onward  to  Canaan, 

Through  suffering,  and  trial,  and  care, 
And  when  we  get  safely  to  glory, 

Oh,  say,  shall  we  meet  you  all  there? 


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Chorus. — Oh,  say,  shall  we  meet  you  all  there? 
Oh,  say,  shall  we  meet  you  all  there? 
And  when  we  get  safely  to  glory, 
Oh,  say,  shall  we  meet  you  all  there? 

Solo. — 2.  What  is  your  mission,  my  brother, 
Oh,  what  is  your  mission  below? 
What  is  your  mission,  my  sister, 
As  journeying  onward  you  go? 
Duett. — Our  mission  is  practicing  mercy, 

Sweet  charity,  patience,  and  love, 
And  following  the  footsteps  of  Jesus, 
That  lead  to  the  mansions  above ! 
Cho. — Oh,  say,  shall  we,  &c. 

Solo. — 3.  Oh,  yes !  you  will  meet  us,  my  brc  ther, 
God  helping  our  weakness  and  sin, 
And  bearing  the  cross,  we,  my  sister, 
The  crown  will  endeavor  to  win. 
Duett. — We'll  walk  through  the  vale  and  the  shadow, 
Through  suffering,  and  trial,  and  care, 
And  when  you  get  safely  to  glory, 

You'll  meet,  yes,  you'll  meet  us  all  there ! 
Cho. — Oh,  yes,  you  will  meet,  &c. 


156 


Happy  Yoices  6G,  Oriola  32,  or  Diadem  18. 

8s  d-  7s.    Double. 

1.  Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace ; 

Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise; 

Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above ; 

Praise  the  mount, — I'm  fix'd  upon  it,- 
Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

2.  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer; 
Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come, 


132  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

And  T  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  Bought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interposed  his  precious  blood. 

3.  Oh,  to  grace  how' great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrain'd  to  be ! 
Let  that  grace  now,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wandering  soul  to  thee : 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it, — 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love ; 
Here's  my  heart, — oh,  take  and  seal  it, 

Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 


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Our  Song-Birds  23. 
PARTING  HYIO. 

1.  Little  sunbeams  we'll  away 
From  our  Sabbath-school  to-day, 
Hearts  with  love  are  bounding  free, 
Happier  than  birds  are  we. 

Chorus. — Teachers  dear,  a  sweet  good-bye, 
As  we  leave  you  for  our  homes; 
Teachers  dear,  a  sweet  good-bye, 
Till  another  Sabbath  comes. 

2.  When  the  bells  again  shall  call, 
May  our  little  sunbeams,  all, 
Here  in  joy  together  meet, 
Teachers,  scholars,  all  to  greet. 

Cho. — Teachers  dear,  &c. 

3.  When  our  days  on  earth  are  o'er, 
And  we  reach  the  golden  shore, 
May  each  little  sunbeam  shine, 
Brighter  still,  in  light  divine. 

Cho. — Teachers  dear,  &c. 


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SUNDAT-SCHOOL  HYMNS.  133 

Our  Song-Birds  29. 

WE  ARE  LITTLE  SUNBEAMS. 

1.  We  are  little  sunbeams, 
Shining  and  free, 

We  are  little  sunbeams, 

Happy  are  we ; 
No  clouds  our  skies  o'ercast, 

No  storms  are  here, 
Our  brightness  e'er  shall  last, 

We  will  not  fear. 
Chorus. — We  are  little  sunbeams,  &c. 

2.  We  are  little  sunbeams, 
Like  those  above, 

We  are  little  sunbeams, 

Warming  with  love. 
Into  dark  haunts  of  woe, 

Sorrow  and  shame, 
Swift  may  our  bright  beams  go, 

In  Jesus'  name. 
Cho. — We  are  little  sunbeams,  &<? 

3.  We  are  little  sunbeams, 
With  work  to  do, 

We  are  little  sunbeams. 

May  we  be  true. 
Where  Jesus  led  the  way, 

With  footsteps  sure, 
There  we  may  safely  stay, 

There  are  secure. 
Cho. — We  are  little  sunbeams,  &c. 

~*  w  |-v  G.  Censer  80. 

l®t)       SOMETHING  TO  DO  IN  HEAVEN,  ' 

1.  There'll  be  something  in  heaven  for  children 
to  do, 
None  are  idle  in  that  blessed  land  ; 


134  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMH& 

There'll  be  loves  for  the  heart,  there'll  be  thoughts 
for  the  mind, 
And  employment  for  each  little  hand. 

Full  Chorus. 

There'll  be  something  to  do,  There'll  be  something 
to  do, 
There'll  be  something  for  children  to  do ; 
On  the  bright  shining  shore,  where  there's  joy  ever- 
more, 
There'll  be  something  for  children  to  do. 

2.  There'll  be  lessons  to  learn  of  the  wisdom  of  God, 
As  they  wander  the  green  meadows  o'er; 

And  they'll  have  for  their  teachers,  in  that  blest  abode, 
All  the  good  that  have  gone  there  before. 
Cho. — There'll  be  something  to  do,  &c. 

3.  There'll  be  errands  of  love  from  the  mansions 

above 
To  the  dear  ones  that  linger  below; 
And  it  may  be  our  Father  the  children  will  send 
To  be  angels  of  mercy  in  woe. 

Cho. — There'll  be  something  to  do,  &c. 

"I  Of\  G*  Censer  70>  or  Casket  09,  G.  Tidings  144. 

lOO  "JUST  NOW," 

Come  to  Jesus,  Come  to  Jesus,  Come  to  Jesus  just 

now ; 
Just  now  come  to  Jesus,  Come  to  Jesus  just  now. 

1.  Come  to  Jesus,  just  now,  &c. 

"Come  unto  mo,  oil  ye  that  labor  and  aro  heavy  laden,  and  I 
will  give  you  rest."— Matt.  11:  28. 

2.  He  will  save  you  just  now,  &c. 

"Believe  on  the  Lord  Jesus  Christ,  and  thou  shalt  be  saved." — 
Acts  16:  31. 

3.  Oh,  believe  him  just  now,  &c. 

"  God  so  loved  the  world  that  he  gave  his  only  begotten  Son, 


SUNDAY-SCHOO-u   HYMNS.  135 

that  -whosoever  believeth  in  him  should  not  perish,  but  have  ever- 
lasting life." — John  3 :  16. 

4.  He  is  able. 

"  He  is  able  to  save  them  to  the  uttermost  that  come  unto  God  ' 
by  him,   seeing  he  ever  liveth  to  make  intercession  for  us." — 
Beb.  7 :  25. 

5.  He  is  willing. 

"The  Lord  is  long-suffering  to  usward,  not  willing  that  any 
should  perish,  but  that  all  should  come  to  repentance." — 2  Pet. 
3:  9. 

6.  He'll  receive  you. 

"  Him  that  cometh  to  me  I  will  in  no  wise  cast  out." — John 
6:  37. 

7.  Then  flee  to  Jesus. 

"  Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come." — Matt.  3 :  7. 

8.  Call  unto  him. 

"  Whosoever  shall  call  on  the  name  of  the  Lord  shall  be  saved." 
—Acts  2 :  21. 

9.  Mercy  on  me. 

"  Jesus,  thou  son  of  David,  have  mercy  on  me." — Mark  10 :  47. 


161 


G.  Censer  12,  or  G.  Tidings  8,  or  3Ius.  Leaves  22, 
or  Casket  9. 

JESUS  PAID  IT  ALL. 

L  Nothing,  either  great  or  small, 

Remains  for  me  to  do  ; 
Jesus  died,  and  paid  it  all, — 
Yes,  all  the  debt  I  owe. 
Chorus. — Jesus  paid  it  all, 

All  the  debt  I  owe, 
Jesus  died,  and  paid  it  all, 
Yes,  all  the  debt  I  owe. 

2.  When  he  from  his  lofty  throne 
Stoop'd  down  to  do  and  die, 

Every  thing  was  folly  done, 
" 'tis  finish'd  !"  was  his  cry. 
Cho. — Jesus  paid  it  all/&c. 


136  SUNDAY-SCnOOL  HYMNS. 

3.  "Weary,  working,  plodding  one, 
Oh,  wherefore  toil  you  so? 

Cease  your  doing, — all  was  clone, 
Yes,  ages  long  ago. 

Cho. — Jesus  paid  it  all,  &c. 

4.  Till  to  Jesus'  work  you  cling 
Alone  by  simple  faith, 

"Doing"  is  a  deadly  thing, 
Your  "doing"  ends  in  death. 
Cho. — Jesus  paid  it  all,  &c. 

5.  Cast  your  deadly  "  doing"  down, 
Down  all  at  Jesus'  feet; 

Stand  in  Him,  in  Him  alone, 
All  glorious  and  complete. 
Cho. — Jesus  paid  it  all. 

G.  Censer  92. 

"I  AM  SO  HAPPY." 

1.  I  AM  so  happy  all  day  long, 
I  cannot  keep  from  singing; 

Glad  words  are  ever  on  my  tongue, 
And  pleasant  thoughts  are  springing. 
Cho. — Teacher,  teacher,  tell  me  why  I  am  so  happy, 
Happy,  happy,  in  our  own  dear  Sabbath-sehooh 

2.  We  love  the  cheerful  hymns  of  praise 
That  tune  our  £ouls  to  gladness, 

And  while  their  choral  notes  we  raise, 
There  is  no  time  for  sadness. 
Cho.— Children,  children,  this  is  why  you  are  so 
happy, 
Happy,  happy,  in  our  own  dear  Sabbath-school. 

3.  Fly  swift,  ye  weekdays,  come  and  go, 
And  bring  the  holy  morning; 

I  rise  with  pleasure  all  aglow, 
To  greet  its  earliest  dawning. 
Cho.— Teacher,  teacher,  tell  me  why  I  am  so  happy, 
&c. 


162 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS.  137 

4.  It  is  our  gentle  Shepherd's  voice 
That  tells  the  pleasing  story, 

That  makes  our  hearts  in  love  rejoice, 
And  leads  to  life  and  glory. 
Cho. — Children,  children,  this  is  why  you  are  so 
happy,  &c. 

5.  We  love  to  hear  the  Sabbath  bells, 
That  call  us  to  our  teachers ; 

Where  kindness  in  each  bosom  dwells, 
And  lights  their  happy  features. 
Cho. — Teacher,  teacher,  tell  me  why  I  am  so  happy, 
&c. 

"fl  /*  O       **'  ^enser  17>  Casket  80,  Mus.  Leaves  83. 
lOO  WE  ARE  COMING,  BLESSED  SAVIOUR. 

1.  We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 
We  hear  thy  gentle  voice ; 

We  would  be  thine  forever, 
And  in  thy  love  rejoice. 
Full  Chorus. — We  are  coming,  we  are  coming,     ,- 
We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 
We  are  coming,  we  are  coming, 
We  hear  thy  gentle  voice. 

2.  WTe  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 
To  meet  that  happy  band, 

And  sing  with  them  forever, 
And  in  thy  presence  stand. 
Cho. — We  are  coming,  &c. 

To  meet  that  happy  band. 

3.  We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 
Our  Father's  house  we  see, — 

A  glorious  mansion  ever 
For  children  young  as  we. 
Cho. — We  are  coming,  &c. 

Our  Father's  house  we  see. 

4.  We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 
That  happy  home  is  ours ; 


tSS  SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

If  here  we  gain  thy  favor, 

We'll  reach  those  fragrant  bowers. 
Cho. — We  are  coming,  &c. 

That  happy  home  is  ours. 

5.  We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 

To  crown  our  Jesus  King, 
And  then  with  angels  ever 
His  praises  we  will  sing. 
Cho. — We  are  coming,  &c. 

To  crown  our  Jesus  King. 

G.  Censer  8,  or  Casket  14,  with  alteration  in  chorus, 
or  Glad  Tidings  14,  or  Diadem  !;0,ivith  alteration  in 
chorus. 


DAEE  TO  DO  EIGHT,  &c. 

1.  Dare  to  do  right,  dare  to  be  true, 
You  have  a  work  that  no  other  can  do; 
Do  it  so  bravely,  so  kindly,  so  well, 
Angels  will  hasten  the  story  to  tell. 

Chorus. — Dare,  dare,  dare  to  do  right ! 
Dare,  dare,  dare  to  be  true ! 
Dare  to  be  true,  dare  to  be  true ! 

2.  Dare  to  do  right,  dare  to  be  true, 
Other  men's  failures  can  never  save  you : 

Stand  by  your  conscience,  your  honor,  your  faith ; 
Stand  like  a  hero,  and  battle  till  death. 
Cho. — Dare  to  do  right,  &c. 

3.  Dare  to  do  right,  dare  to  be  true, 
God,  who  created  you,  cares  for  you  too, 
Treasures  the  tears  that  his  striving  ones  shed, 
Counts  and  protects  every  hair  of  your  head. 

Cho. — Dare  to  do  right,  &c, 

4.  Dare  to  do  right,  dare  to  be  true; 

Keep  the  great  judgment-seat  always  in  view; 
Look  at  your  work  as  you  look  at  it  then, — 
Scann'd  by  Jehovah,  and  angels,  and  men. 
Cuo. — Dare  to  do  right, 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS.  139 

5.  Dare  to  do  right,  dare  to  be  true, 
Jesus,  your  Saviour,  will  carry  you  through ; 
City,  and  mansion,  and  throne  all  in  sight, 
Can  you  not  dare  to  be  true  and  do  right? 
Cho. — Dare  to  do  right,  &c. 


165 


G.  Harp  83. 

GIVE  US  THIS  DAY  OUR  DAILY  BREAD. 

1.  Father  of  love, 
Father  above, 

Send  down  thy  blessing  upon  each  head ; 

Shield  us  from  pride 

While  we  here  bide, 
Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread, 
Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread, 

2.  Humbly  we  pray, 
Humbly  we  say 

Words  that  our  Lord  and  Eedeemer  said ; 

Trustful  and  weak, 

Humbly  we  speak, 
Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread, 
Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread. 

3.  Make  us  resign' d, 
Patient  of  mind, 

While  to  the  throne  of  thy  grace  we're  led ; 

Make  us  content 

With  what  is  sent, 
Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread, 
Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread. 

4.  Sinful  are  we, 
Thoughtless  of  thee, 

While  xound  our  footsteps  thy  care  is  shed; 

Though  we  forget, 

Watch  o'er  us  yet, 
Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread, 
Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread. 


140  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 


166 


Oriola  82,  S.  S.  Hosanna  10G. 
CHRISTMAS  MORNING. 


1.  Little  children,  can  you  tell, 
Do  you  know  the  story  well, 
Every  girl  and  every  boy, 

Why  the  angels  sing  for  joy 
On  the  Christmas  morning  ? 

2.  Shepherds  sat  upon  the  ground, 
Fleecy  flocks  were  scattered  round, 
When  the  brightness  filPd  the  sky, 
And  a  song  was  heard  on  high, 

On  the  Christmas  morning. 

3.  "Joy  and  peace,"  the  angels  sang, 
Far  the  pleasant  echoes  rang, 

"  Peace  on  earth,  to  men  good  will !" 
Hark  !  the  angels  sing  it  still 
On  the  Christmas  morning. 

4.  For  a  little  babe  that  day, 
Christ,  the  lord  of  angels,  lay, 
Born  on  earth  our  Lord  to  be : 
This  the  wondering  angels  see, 

On  the  Christmas  morning. 

5.  Let  us  sing  the  angels'  song, 
And  the  pleasant  sounds  prolong : 
This  fair  babe  of  Bethlehem 
Children  loves,  and  blesses  them 

On  the  Christmas  morning. 

6.  "Peace"  our  little  hearts  shall  fill, 
"Peace  on  earth,  to  men  good  will !" 
Hear  us  sing  the  angels'  Bong, 

And  the  pleasant  notes  prolong, 
On  the  Christmas  morning. 


167 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS.  141 


S.  S.  Bell,  Xo.  1—44,  G.  Tidings  118,  H.  Voices  11, 

or  Oriola  102,  S.  S.  Hosanna  58. 

AROUND  THE  THKONE  OF  GOD.  &c. 

1.  Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven 
Thousands  of  children  stand,  _ 

Children  whose  sins  are  all  forgiven, 
A  holy,  happy  band, 

Singing  glory,  glory,  # 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high. 

2.  In  flowing  robes  of  spotless  white 
See  every  one  array' d,  _ 

Dwelling  in  everlasting  light, 
And  joys  that  never  fade, 
Singing  glory,  &c. 

3.  What  brought  them  to  that  world  above, 
That  heaven  so  bright  and  fair, 

Where  all  is  peace,  and  joy,  and  love? 
How  came  those  children  there  ? 
Singing  glory,  &c. 

4.  Because  the  Saviour  shed  his  blood, 
To  wash  away  their  sin  ; 

Bathed  in  that  pure  and  precious  flood, 
Behold  them  white  and  clean ! 
Singing  glory,  &c. 

5.  On  earth  they  sought  the  Saviour's  grace, 
On  earth  they  loved  his  name ; 

So  now  they  see  his  blessed  face, 

And  stand  before  the  Lamb, 

Singing  glory,  &c. 


168 


G.  Shower  68,  Diadem  35.  7s 

JESUS  LOVES  ME. 
1.  Jesus  loves  me !  this  I  know, 
For  the  Bible  tells  me  so : 


142  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

Little  ones  to  him  belong, 

They  are  weak,  but  he  is  strong. 
Chorus.— Yes,  Jesus  loves  me, 
Yes,  Jesus  loves  me, 
Yes,  Jesus  loves  me, 
The  Bible  tells  me  so. 

2.  Jesus  loves  me  !     He  who  died, 
Heaven's  gate  to  open  wide ; 

He  will  wash  awav  my  sin, 
Let  his  little  child  come  in. 

Cuo. — Yes,  Jesus  loves  me,  &c. 

3.  Jesus  loves  me  !  loves  me  still, 
Though  I'm  very  weak  and  ill ; 
From  his  shining  throne  on  high, 
Comes  to  watch  me  where  I  lie. 

Cho. — Yes,  Jesus  loves  me,  &c. 

4.  Jesus  loves  me !     He  will  stay 
Close  beside  me  all  the  way  : 

If  I  love  him,  when  I  die 
He  will  take  me  home  on  high. 
Cno. — Yes,  Jesus  loves  me,  &c. 

~$  6*€l     S*  S* Bel1'  >0, 2-6?  (JIa(1  Ti<lil,*s  140' 
1\>«/    DON'T  YOU  HEAR  TEE  ANGELS,  &c. 

1.  Holy  angels,  in  their  flight, 
Traverse  over  earth  and  sky, 

Acts  of  kindness  their  delight, 
Wing'd  with  mercy  as  they  fly. 

Semi-Chorus  of  Girls. 
Don't  you  hear  them  ?  coming  over  hill  and  plain 
Scattering  music  in  their  heavenly  train  ? 

Chorus. 

Oh!  don't  you  hear  the  angels  coming,  singing  as 

they  come? 
Oh !  bear  me,  angels,  angels,  bear  me  home. 


170 


SUXDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  \\1 

2.  Though  their  forms  Ave  cannot  see, 
They  attend  and  guard  our  way, 

Till  we  join  their  company 
In  the  fields  of  heavenly  day. 
Cho. — Don't  you  hear,  &c. 

3.  Had  we  but  an  angel's  wing, 
And  an  angel's  heart  of  flame, 

Oh,  how  sweetly  would  wre  ring 

Thro'  the  world  the  Saviour's  name ! 
Cho. — Don't  you  hear,  &c. 

4.  Yet  methinks  if  I  should  die, 
And  become  an  angel,  too, 

I,  perhaps,  like  them  might  fly, 
And  the  Saviour's  bidding  do. 
Cho. — Don't  you  hear,  &c. 

Diadem  28. 


I'LL  NEVER  FOESAKE  THEE. 

1.  I'll  never  forsake  thee,  my  Saviour 
Who  died  upon  Calvary  for  me ; 

When  tempted  by  weakness  and  folly, 
My  heart  shall  cling  closer  to  thee. 
By  the  blood  that  so  willingly  heal'd  me, 
By  the  mercy  and  grace  that  have  seal'd  me, 
By  the  spirit  so  ready  to  shield  me, 
I'll  never  forsake  thee,  no,  never. 

Chorus. — I'll  never  forsake  him, 
No,  never  forsake  him, 
Who  died  upon  Calvary  for  me, 

2.  I'll  never  forsake  thee,  my  Saviour, 
Who  left  thy  bright  kingdom  on  high, 

And  dwelt  among  suffering  and  sorrow, 
To  save  such  a  sinner  as  I. 
By  the  grace  that  awaken' d  my  spirit, 
By  the  heaven  that  I  hope  to  inherit, 
By  the  cross  and  the  crowm  not  my  merit, 
I'll  never  forsake  thee,  no,  never. 

Cho. — I'll  never  forsake  him,  &c. 


144  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYBESo. 

3.  I'll  never  forsake  thee,  my  Saviour, 

Though  darkness  come  down  like  a  pall , 
Though  blighted  the  hopes  of  life's  morning, 
Like  Samuel,  I'll  come  at  thy  call. 
By  the  love  that  can  never  know  measure, 
By  the  peace  that  hath  been  my  soul's  pleasure, 
By  the  glory  laid  up  as  my  treasure, 
I'll  never  forsake  thee,  no,  never. 

Cho. — I'll  never  forsake  him,  &c. 


171 


Diadem  106. 

WE  SHALL  SLEEP, 

1.  We  shall  sleep,  but  not  forever; 
There  will  be  a  glorious  dawn  ; 

We  shall  meet  to  part,  no,  never! 

On  the  resurrection  morn  ! 
From  the  deepest  caves  of  ocean, 
From  the  desert  and  the  plain, 
From  the  valley  and  the  mountain, 

Countless  throngs  shall  rise  again. 
Chorus. — We  shall  sleep,  but  not  forever; 
There  will  be  a  glorious  dawn  ; 
We  shall  meet  to  part,  no,  never! 
On  the  resurrection  morn  ! 

2.  When  we  see  a  precious  blossom 
That  we  tended  with  such  care, 

Rudely  taken  from  our  bosom, 

How  our  aching  hearts  despair! 
Round  its  little  grave  we  linger, 

Till  the  setting  sun  is  low, 
Feeling  all  our  hopes  have  perish'd 

With  the  flower  we  cherish'd  so. 

Cho. — We  shall  sleep,  but  not  forever,  &<x 

3.  We  shall  sleep,  but  not  forever, 
In  the  lone  and  silent  grave; 

Blessed  be  the  Lord  that  taketh, 
Blessed  be  the  Lord  that  gave. 


172 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  145 

In  the  bright  eternal  city 

Death  can  never,  never  come; 
Tn  his  own  good  time  he'll  call  us 

From  our  rest  of  Home,  Sweet  He  me. 
Cho. — We  shall  sleep,  but  not  forever,  &c. 

Casket  47. 
THE  GL03I0US  PKOSPECT.  L.  M. 

1.  Amid  the  hours  that  rapid  fly, 
Amid  the  flow'rs  that  soon  must  die, 
Amid  our  tears  while  here  we  roam, 
How  sweet  the  thought,  we're  going  home ! 

Chorus. — Going  home,  going  home, 
How  sweet  the  thought,  we're  going,  going  home' 

2.  We're  going  home,  with  saints  to  dwell, 
Where  angel  hosts  their  chorus  swell, 

To  join  the  glorious  ransom'd  band 
Which  stand  in  bliss  at  God's  right  hand. 
Cho. — Going  home,  &c. 

3.  We'll  cling  to  Jesus  in  the  hour 
When  sin  and  Satan  use  their  power, 
And  murmur  not  when  sorrows  come, 
For  by-and-by  we're  going  home. 

Cho. — Going  home,  &c. 

4.  No  dying  groans  shall  there  be  heard, 
And  we  shall  speak  no  parting  word; 

O  sinner,  to  our  Saviour  come, 
And  join  the  band  that's  going  home. 
Cho. — Going  home,  &c. 


173 


Casket  12.  L.  M. 

BETHLEHEM'S  STAS. 

1.  Wthex,  marshal  I'd  on  the  nightly  plain, 
The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky, 

One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 
Can  fix  the  sinner's  wand' ring  eye. 
10 


146  NDAY-SC1I00L   HYMK 

Hark,  hark!  to  God  the  cliorus  breaks 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks, 

It  is  the  Star,  it  is  the  Star, 

It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem, 

It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

2.  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark, 
The  ocean  yawn'd,  and  rudely  blow'd 

The  wind  that  toss'd  my  found'ring  bark. 
Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem ; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose, 

It  was  the  Star,  it  was  the  Star, 

It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem, 

It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3.  It  was  my  guide,  my  life,  my  all ; 
It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease. ; 

And  thro'  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall 

It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 
Now,  safely  moor'd,  my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
Forever  and  for  evermore, 

It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem,  cv.c. 

8.  Harp  44, 
174  THE  BEAUTIFUL  SHOEE, 

I.  There's  a  beautiful  shore  where  the  loved  ones 
are  gone, 
Mid  the  How' rs  deck'd  in  evergreen  bloom, 
And  we  know  they  have  crossed  o'er  the  dark  death- 
wave, 
And  they  dwell  in  that  bright  angel  home ; 
They  have  fought  the  good  fight,  and  the  faith  have 
kept, 
And  they  join  in  the  angel  throng, 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  147 

And  the  soft  melting  notes  of  the  chorus  above 
In  beauty  are  borne  along. 

Chorus. 
There's  a  beautiful  shore  where  the  loved  ones  are 

gone, 
A  beautiful  shore  where  the  loved  ones  are  gone. 

2.  Oh,  that  beautiful  shore  where  the  loved  ones  are 

gone, 
And  the  flowers  and  the  evergreen  trees, 
We  shail  see  when  the  death-damp  is  on  our  brow, 

And  the  breath  faintly  dies  on  the  breeze; 
We  shall  meet  the  loved  ones  who  have  gone  before 

And  have  bloom'd  in  the  world  of  souls, 
When  our  spirits  shall  pass  to  that  bright,  happy 
shore, 
Our  bodies,  the  tomb  below. 

Cho. — There's  a  beautiful  shore,  &c. 

3.  To  that  beautiful  shore  where  the  loved  ones  are 

gone, 
To  the  flowers  and  the  evergreen  glade, 
We  shall  one  day  pass,  like  the  brave  of  yore, 

And  bask  in  the  beautiful  shade. 
We  must  bear  the  good  part,  must  not  shrink  from 
toil, 
Till  the  pilot  shall  bear  us  o'er 
To  the  union  of  hearts  in  the  land  of  the  blest, 
Where  parting  shall  come  no  more. 
Cho. — There's  a  beautiful  shore,  &c. 


175 


Golden  Harp  122. 

•DID  CHRIST  O'ER,  SINNERS  WEEP?         S.  M. 

1.  Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 

And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 

Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 


148  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

2.  The  Son  of  God  in  tears 
The  wondering  angels  see: 

Be  thou  astonished,  O  my  soul : 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3.  He  wept  that  we  might  weep ; 
Each  sin  demands  a  tear: 

In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 


Happy  Yoices  133. 


176 

1.  There's  a  voice  in  the  air,  a  still,  small  voice, 
And  it  comes  to  our  ear  while  we  play  ; 

In  the  morning  it  comes,  tho'  we  heed  not  the  sound, 
And  at  noon  and  at  evening  it  follows  us  round : 

"  Go  work  in  my  vineyard  to-day ; 

Go  work  in  my  vineyard  to-day." 

2.  'Tis  the  voice  of  our  Father,  from  heav'n  it  comes, 
And  it  finds  us  wherever  we  stray  ; 

In  the  field  or  the  town,  in  the  house  or  the  street, 
Whether  welcome  or  not,  the  same  accents  we  meet : 

"  Go  work  in  my  vineyard  to-day ; 

Go  work  in  my  vineyard  to-day." 

3.  'Tis  our  Father  who  calls ;  he  calls  us  in  love  ; 
Let  us  hasten  that  call  to  obey. 

He  has  given  us  life  and  each  good  we  enjoy  ; 
Let  us  then  for  his  love  all  our  efforts  employ. 

We'll  work  in  his  vineyard  to-day, 

We'll  work  in  his  vineyard  to-day. 

L  All  blessings  come  down  from  his  throne  in*he  sky ; 

All  he  asks  is  that  we  should  obey.  [end, 

lie  has  saved  us  from  death  :  when  life's  journey  shall 
He  will  love  us  forever,  our  Saviour  and  Friend. 

We'll  work  in  his  vineyard  to-day, 

We'll  work  in  his  vineyard  to-day. 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  149 

■g  mpm  H.  Toices  179,  G.  Chain  82. 

1  •  7  STAND  UP  FOR  JESUS. 

1.  This  life  is  a  battle  'gainst  Satan  and  sin, 
And  we  are  the  soldiers  the  vict'ry  to  win, 
And  Christ  is  the  Captain  of  our  little  band ; 
Whatever  opposes,  for  him  we  will  stand. 
Chorus. — Then  stand  up  for  Jesus,  whatever  befall , 

On  Calvary's  mountain  he  stood  for  us  all ; 
Then  stand  up  for  Jesus,  stand  up  for  Jesus, 
Stand  up  for  Jesus,  for  Jesus. 

2.  To  God  for  our  armor  we'll  fail  not  to  go, 

He'll  clothe  us  with  truth  and  with  righteousness  too; 
The  "  gospel  of  peace"  shall  our  footsteps  attend, 
And  the  "good  shield  of  faith"  from  ail  harm  shall 
defend. 

Cho. — Then  stand  up  for  Jesus,  &c. 

3.  Salvation  our  helmet,  the  Bible  our  sword, 
Though  wily  our  foes,  we  are  "  strong  in  the  Lord ;" 
While  watching  and  praying  our  armor  keeps  bright, 
Our  Jesus  will  help  us  to  stand  for  the  right. 

Cho. — Then  stand  up  for  Jesus,  &c. 

4.  'Though  little  temptations — the  worst  ones  of  all— 
Will  often  beset  us  to  make  us  to  fall, 

We'll  stand  up  for  Jesus ;  and,  when  life  is  o'er, 
For  us  he'll  be  standing  on  Jordan's  bright  shore. 
Cho. — Then  stand  up  for  Jesus,  &c. 


178 


Casket  22,  Sabbath  Carols  7. 
WAITING  BY  THE  RIVER. 

1.  We  are  waiting  by  the  river, 
We  are  watching  on  the  shore, 

Only  waiting  for  the  boatman  : 
Soon  he'll  come  to  bear  us  o'er. 

2.  Though  the  mist  hang  o'er  the  river, 
And  its  billows  loudly  roar, 


150  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 


Yet  we  hear  tlie  song  of  angels, 


179 


Wafted  from  the  other  shore. 
Cuo. — We  are  waiting,  &C. 

3.  And  the  bright  celestial  city, 

We  have  caught  such  radiant  gleams 
Of  its  towers,  like  dazzling  sunlight, 
With  its  sweet  and  peaceful  streams. 
Cho.— We  are  waiting,  &c. 

4.  He  has  call'd  for  many  a  loved  one, 
We  have  seen  them  leave  our  side ; 

With  our  Saviour  we  shall  meet  them, 
When  we  too  have  cross' d  the  tide. 
Cuo. — We  are  waiting,  &c. 

5.  When  we've  pass'd  that  vale  of  shadows, 
With  its  dark  and  chilling  tide, 

In  that  bright  and  glorious  city 
We  shall  evermore  abide. 

Cho. — We  are  waiting,  &c. 

Casket  30. 
NEAEEE,  HOME.  8m,  7m 

1.  O'eb  the  hills  the  sun  is  setting, 
And  the  eve  is  drawing  on ; 

Slowly  drops  the  gentle  twilight, 

For  another  day  is  gone. 
Gone  for  aye — its  race  is  over ; 

Soon  the  darker  shades  will  come. 
Still,  'tis  sweet  to  know,  at  even, 

We  are  one  day  nearer  home. 

2.  Worn  and  weary,  oft  the  pilgrim 
Hails  the  setting  of  the  sun  ; 

For  the  goal  is  one  day  nearer, 

And  his  journey  nearly  done. 
Thus  we  feel  when  o'er  life's  desert, 

Heart  and  sandal  sore,  we  roam; 
As  the  twilight  gathers  o'er  us, 

We  are  one  day  nearer  home. 


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3.  Nearer  home  !  yes,  one  day  nearer 
To  our  Father's  house  on  high — 

To  the  green  fields  an  I  the  fountains 

Of  the  land  beyond  the  sky. 
For  the  heav'ns  grow  brighter  o'er  us, 

And  the  lamps  hang  in  the  dome, 
And  our  tents  are  pitch'd  still  closer, 

For  we're  one  day  nearer  home. 

4.  "  One  day  nearer,"  sings  the  mariner, 
As  he  glides  the  waters  o'er, 

While  the  light  is  softly  dying 

On  his  distant  native  shore. 
Thus  the  Christian  on  life's  ocean, 

As  his  light  boat  cuts  the  foam, 
In  the  evening  cries  with  rapture, 

"  I  am  one  day  nearer  home." 

Casket  84,  or  S.  S.  Hosaima  28,  or  Pil.  Songs 
.     60,  or  G.  Tidings  28. 

ME&CY'S  FEEE. 

1.  By  faith  I  see  my  Saviour  dying, 
On  the  tree,  on  the  tree ; 

To  ev'ry  nation  he  is  crying, 

Look  to  me,  look  to  me. 
He  bids  the  guilty  now  draw  near, 
Repent,  believe,  dismiss  your  fear. 
Hark  !  hark  !  what  precious  words  I  hear ! 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free 

2.  Did  Christ,  when  I  was  sin  p  irsuing, 
Pity  me,  pity  me  ? 

And  did  he  snatch  my  soul  from  ruin, 

Can  it  be,  can  it  be  ? 
Oh,  yes,  he  did  salvation  bring, 
He  is  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King ; 
And  now  my  happy  soul  can  sing, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

3.  Jesus  my  weary  soul  refreshes, — 
Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free, — 


152  SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

And  every  moment  Christ  is  precious 

Unto  me,  unto  me. 
None  can  describe  the  bliss  I  prove, 
While  through  this  wilderness  I  rove; 
All  may  enjoy  the  Saviour's  love,— 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 
4.  Long  as  I  live  I'll  still  be  crying, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free ; 
And  this  shall  be  my  theme  when  dying, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free  ; 
And  when  the  vale  of  death  I've  pass'd, 
When  lodged  above  the  stormy  blast, 
I'll  sing  while  endless  ages  last, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 


181 


Casket  86,  S.  S.  Bell,  No.  2—25,  Musical 
Leaves  8. 
SHALL  WE  MEET? 

1.  Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river, 
Where  the  surges  ne'er  shall  roll, 

Where,  in  all  the  bright  forever, 
Sorrow  ne'er  shall  press  the  soul  ? 
Cho  —  Shall  we  meet,  shall  we  meet,  shall  we  ;  \eet? 
Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river, 
Where  the  surges  ne'er  shall  roll  ? 

2.  Shall  we  meet  in  that  blest  harbor, 
When  our  stormy  voyage  is  o'er; 

Shall  we  meet  and  cast  our  anchor 
By  the  fair  celestial  shore? 
Cho.— Shall  we  meet,  &c. 

3.  Shall  we  meet  in  yonder  city, 
Where  the  towers  "of  crystal  shine, 

Where  the  walls  are  all  of  jasper, 
Built  by  workmanship  divine? 
Cho. — Shall  we  meet,  &c, 

4.  Shall  we  meet  with  many  a  loved  one, 
That  was  torn  from  our  embrace  ? 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  153 

Shall  we  listen  to  their  voices, 
And  behold  them  face  to  face? 
Cho. — Shall  we  meet,  &c. 


182 


Oriola  28,  Casket  106,  H.  Yoices  227,  G.  Harp  104, 

WE'LL  WAIT  TILL  JESUS  COMES. 

1.  My  heav 'nly  home  is  bright  and  fair, 

We'll  be  gather'd  home, 
No  pain  nor  death  can  enter  there, 

"We'll  be  gather'd  home. 
Its  glittering  towers  the  sun  outshine, 

We'll  be  gather'd  home, 
That  heavenly  mansion  shall  be  mine, 
We'll  be  gather'd  home. 

Cho. — We'll  wait  till  Jesus  comes, 
We'll  wait  till  Jesus  comes, 
We'll  wait  till  Jesus  comes, 
And  we'll  be  gather'd  home. 


»■ 


2.  Let  others  seek  a  home  below, 
We'll  be  gather'd  home, 

Which  flames  devour,  or  waves  o'erflow, 

We'll  be  gather'd  home. 
Be  mine  the  happier  lot  to  own, 

We'll  be  gather'd  home, 
A  heavenly  mansion  near  the  throne, 

We'll  be  gather'd  home. 

Cho. — We'll  wait  till  Jesus  comes,  &c. 

3.  Then  fail  this  earth,  let  stars  decline, 
We'll  be  gather'd  home, 

And  sun  and  moon  refuse  to  shine, 

We'll  be  gather'd  home. ' 
All  nature  sink  and  cease  to  be, 

We'll  be  gather'd  home, 
That  heavenly  mansion  stands  for  me, 

We'll  be  gather'd  home. 
Cho. — We'll  wait  till  Jesus  comes,  &a 


154  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

1q  q  Casket  108. 

OO  I  WANT  TO  CROSS  OVER, 

1.  Oh,  have  you  not  heard  of  that  realm  of  delight 
To  which  our  blest  Saviour  dotli  each  one  invite? 
'Tis  prepared  for  the  good  and  the  pure  and  the  blest, 
'Tis  over  the  river  where  the  weary  iind  rest. 

Chorus. 
Oh,  I  want  to  cross  over,  to  dwell  where  he  reigns. 
And  join  the  glad  angels  on  Eden's  fair  plains; 
I  want  to  be  gat  her' d  with  all  the  redeem'd  : 
Yes,  over  the  river  where  the  fields  are  all  green. 
Yes,  over  the  river  where  the  fields  are  all  green. 

2.  'Tis  a  land  of  rare  beauty,  a  realm  of  delight, 
Overflowing  with  gladness,  refulgent  with  light; 
Its  verdure  ne'er  withers,  its  flowers  ne'er  die, 
Oh,  I  long  to  cross  over  with  Jesus  on  high. 

Cho. — Oh,  I  want  to  cross  over,  &c. 

3.  There  the  weary  may  rest,  and  the  wicked  ne'er 

come ; 
There  the  saints  are  all  safe  in  their  heavenly  home; 
With  their  harps  and  their  crowns  they  forever  are 

seen, 
Away  o'er  the  river  where  the  valleys  are  green. 
Cho. — Oh,  I  want  to  cross  over,  &c. 

4.  'Tis  Jesus  invites  me  this  glory  to  see, 
To  reign  with  him  ever,  all  happy  and  free ; 
I'll  join  with  the  ransom'd  and  with  them  abide, 
I'll  cross  the  dark  river, — bright  angels  will  guide. 

Cho. — Oh,  I  want  to  cross  over,  &c. 


184 


Casket  1GG. 
THE  BEAUTIFUL  GATE. 

1.  CTh,  come  ye,  oh,  come  ye,  in  youth's  sunny  time, 
Where  innocent  pleasures  shall  only  be  thine; 
Come,  gather  the  flowers  so  sweet  and  so  fair, 
Nor  dream  that  the  thorns  are  lingering  there. 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS.  155 

S.  Cho. — Oh,  come  where  no  sorrows  sha  II  over  thee 

roll, 
Oh,  come  where  no  earth-storms  shall  sully  thy  soul. 
Oh,  come,  oh,  come  to  the  beautiful  gate ! 
Chorus.  —  For  the  highway  of  the  ransom'd  will 

surely  lead  you  there  ; 
And  its  massive  bars  will  open  when  you  reach  its 

portals  fair, — 
Then  come,  oh,  come  to  the  beautiful  gate. 

2.  Oh,  come  in  the  glory  of  manhood's  full  prime, — 
Come,  when  cares,  hopes,  and  pleasures  and  sorrows 

combine ; 
By  the  trace  on  thy  brow  too  surely  I  know 
That  thy  "cup  of  rejoicing"  is  mingled  with  wo. 
S.  C. — Come,  ere  the  vain  world  has  enslaved  ev'ry 

thought, 
Oh,  come  where  earth's  sorrows  shall  all  be  forgot. 
Oh,  come,  oh,  come  to  the  beautiful  gate. 

Chorus. — For  the  highway,  &c. 

3.  Come  ye  who  are  bearing  the  burden  of  years, 
Who  have  felt  that  this  life  is  a  "  vale  of  tears," 
Do  ye  mourn  that  the  silvery  sands  are  run, 
That  the  shadow  must  fall  to  the  rising  sun  ? 

S.  C. — Oh,  come  where  affection  shall  never  decay,— 
Oh,  come  "  where  the  beautiful  fades  not  away." 
Oh,  come,  oh,  come  to  the  beautiful  gate. 

Chorus. — For  the  highway,  &c. 

4.  Come  ye  who  are  crossing  o'er  death's  chilling 

tide, 
And  drifting  alone  where  the  deep  waters  glide ; 
Do  ye  fear  the  waves  that  are  bearing  thee  o'er, — 
That  are  bearing  thee  on  to  the  silent  shore  ? 

5.  C. — Oh,  come  where  are  joys  in  perennial  bloom, 
Where  "  beauty  immortal  awakes  from  the  tomb." 
Oh,  come,  oh,  come  to  the  beautiful  gate. 

Chorus. — For  the  highway,  Ac. 


156  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

-|  q  p.  Casket  132. 

loO     THE  NOBLE  ARMY  OF  CHILDREN, 

1.  The  Sunday-school  army  lias  gather' d  once  more, 
Its  numbers  are  greater  than  ever  before; 

Its  banners  are  spread,  and  shall  never  be  furl'd. 
Till  Jesus  our  Captain  has  conquer' d  the  world. 
Chorus. 

Sing!  sing!  sing!  as  we're  marching  along; 

Sing !  sing  !  sing  !  as  we're  marching  along. 

Our  army  is  noble,  and  our  Leader  is  strong, 

And  witli  a  cheerful  song  we  go  marching  along. 

2.  We  fight  against  evil,  and  all  that  is  wrong ; 
Our  sword  is  the  Bible,  both  trusty  and  strong ■; 
Bright  Hope  is  our  helmet,  and  Faith  is  our  shield, 
And  never,  no,  never  to  foes  will  we  yield. 

Cho. — Sing,  sing,  &c. 

3.  To  Jesus,  our  Captain,  hosanna  we  raise, 
And  join  with  the  angels  in  singing  his  praise; 
His  soldiers  we  are,  and  his  soldiers  will  be, 
Till  Jesus  discharges,  or  death  sets  us  free. 

Cho. — Sing,  sing,  &c. 

■j  q/*  Casket  23. 

loO  STAND  UP  FOR  JESUS. 

1.  Stand  up  for  Jesus,  Christian,  stand! 
Firm  as  a  rock  on  ocean's  strand ; 

Beat  back  the  waves  of  sin  that  roll 
Like  raging  floods  around  thy  soul. 
Chorus. — Stand  up  for  Jesus,  nobly  stand ! 

Firm  as  a  rock  on  ocean's  strand. 

Stand  up,  his  righteous  cause  defend ; 

Stand  up  for  Jesus,  your  best  friend. 

2.  Stand  up  for  Jesus,  Christian,  stand  ! 
Sound  forth  his  name  o'er  sea  and  land; 
Spread  ye  his  glorious  word  abroad, 
Till  all  the  world  shall  own  him  Lord. 

Cho. — Stand  up  for  Jesus,  &c. 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  157 

3.  Stand  up  for  Jesus,  Christian,  stand ! 
Lift  high  the  cross  with  steadfast  hand, 
Till  heathen  lands,  with  wond'ring  eye, 
Its  rising  glory  shall  descry. 

Cho. — Stand  up  for  Jesus,  &c. 

4.  Stand  up  for  Jesus,  Christian,  stand ! 
Soon  with  the  blest  immortal  band 
We'll  dwell  for  aye,  life's  journey  o'er, 

In  realms  of  light,  on  heaven's  bright  shore* 
Cho. — Stand  up  for  Jesus,  &c. 


187 


Casket  72. 

THE  JOYOUS  CHORUS.  7s,  6s. 

1.  I  want  to  join  the  ransom' d, 
And  with  the  ransom'd  stand, 

A  crown  upon  my  forehead, 
A  harp  within  my  hand. 
I  want  to  join  their  chorus, 
My  voice  I  want  to  raise, 
And  swell  the  song  so  joyous, 
To  my  Eedeemer's  praise. 
Chorus. — I  want  to  join  their  chorus, 
My  voice  I  want  to  raise, 
And  swell  the  song  so  joyous, 
To  my  Eedeemer's  praise. 

2.  Angels  look  on  in  wonder, 
They  cannot  join  the  song, 

But  list  in  silent  rapture, 

While  saints  the  notes  prolong. 

Make  me  a  saint  in  glory, 
Oh,  let  me  see  thy  face, 

Like  those  who  now  before  thee 

Repeat  thy  wondrous  grace. 

Cho. — Make  me  a  saint  in  glory,  &c. 

3.  They  cast  their  crowns  before  thee, 
They  hail  thee,  Saviour,  King, 


158  SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

And,  while  they  thus  adore  thee, 
New  praises  strive  to  sing. 

And  thus  through  endless  ages 
The  blissful  rapture  grows; 

And  thus  through  endless  iges 
Thy  love  unchanging  Hows. 
Cho. — And  thus  through  endless  ages,  &c 

Casket  10. 

FLEE  TO  YOUK  MOUNTAIN. 

1.  Flee  as  a  bird  to  your  mountain, 
Thou  who  art  weary  of  sin ; 

Go  to  the  clear-llowing  fountain, 
Where  you  may  wash  and  be  clean. 

Fly,  for  th'  avenger  is  near  thee  ; 

Call,  and  the  Saviour  will  hear  thee ; 

He  on  his  bosom  will  bear  thee  ; 
O  thou  who  art  weary  of  sin, 
O  thou  who  art  weary  of  sin. 

2.  He  will  protect  thee  forever, 
Wipe  ev'ry  sad-falling  tear; 

He  will  forsake  thee,  O  never, 
Cherish' d  so  tenderly  there. 

Haste,  then,  the  hours  now  are  flying; 

Spend  not  the  moments  in  sighing ; 

Cease  from  your  sorrow  and  crying ; 
The  Saviour  will  wipe  nx'ry  tear, 
The  Saviour  will  wipe  ev'ry  tear. 

3.  Come,  then,  to  Jesus  thy  Saviour, 
He  will  redeem  thee  from  sin ; 

Bless  with  a  sense  of  his  favor, 
Make  thee  all  glorious  within. 

Call,  for  the  Saviour  is  near  thee, 

Waiting  in  mercy  to  hear  th< 

And  by  his  presence  to  cheer  th^e, 
O  thou  who  art  weary  of  sin, 
O  thou  who  art  weary  of  sin. 


189 


SUXDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  159 

Casket  38. 
LOOK  FOE  THE  PROMISED  LAND. 

1.  Pilgrims  on  the  burning  sand, 
Look  away,  yes,  look  away  ; 

Yonder  is  the  promised  land. 

Look,  look  away. 
Jesus  bids  his  followers  "Come;" 
There  you'll  find  a  happy  home. 

Chorus. — Look  away,  look  away, 

Look  for  the  promised  land 

2.  If  the  way  seems  dark  and  drear, 
Look  away,  yes,  look  away  ; 

Jesus  calls  thee,  never  fear. 

Look,  look  away. 
By  the  eye  of  faith  you'll  see 
Mansions  there  prepared  for  thee, 

Cho. — Look  away,  look  away,  &c. 

3.  Should  your  lot  be  hard  to  bear,  &c, 
Jesus  will  thy  burden  share,  &c. 
With  each  trial  grace  is  given, 

Grace  which  points  thee  up  to  heaven. 
Cho. — Look  away,  &c. 

4.  When  the  tempest's  most  severe,  &c, 
Jesus  comes,  thy  heart  to  cheer,  &c. 
Pearly  gates  you'll  soon  behold, 
Streets  all  paved  with  shining  gold. 

Cho. — Look  away,  &c. 


190 


Musical  Leaves  90,  Fresli  Laurels  18. 

YOUR  MISSION. 
1.  If  you  cannot  on  the  ocean 

Sail  among  the  swiftest  fleet, 
Rocking  on  the  highest  billows, 

Laughing  at  the  storms  you  meet, 
You  can  stand  among  the  sailors 

Anchor'd  yet  within  the  bay, 
You  can  lend  a  hand  to  help  them, 

As  they  launch  their  boats  away. 


1G0  SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS, 

2.  If  you  are  too  weak  to  journey 
Up  the  mountain  steep  and  high, 

You  can  stand  within  the  valley, 
'While  the  multitudes  go  by  ; 

You  can  chant  in  happy  measures, 
As  they  slowly  pass  along  : 

Though  they  may  forget  the  singer, 
They  will  not  forget  the  song. 

3.  If  you  have  not  gold  and  silver 
Ever  ready  to  command  ; 

If  you  cannot  t'wards  the  needy 
Reach  an  ever  open  hand  ; 

You  can  visit  the  afflicted, 
O'er  the  erring  you  can  weep, 

You  can  be  a  true  disciple. 
Sitting  at  the  Saviour's  feet. 

4.  If  you.  cannot,  in  the  conflict, 
Prove  yourself  a  soldier  true, 

If,  where  lire  and  smoke  are  thickest, 
There's  no  work  for  you  to  do ; 

When  the  battle-field  is  silent, 
You  can  go  with  careful  tread, 

You  can  bear  away  the  wounded, 
You  can  cover  up  the  dead. 

5.  Do  not,  then,  stand  idly  waiting 
For  some  greater  work  to  do : 

Fortune  is  a  lazy  goddess, 
She  will  never  come  to  you. 

Go  and  toil  in  any  vineyard 
Do  not  fear  to  do  or  dare ; 

If  you  want  a  field  of  labor, 
You  can  find  it  anywhere. 


191 


S.  S.  Banner  SO,  Golden  Promise  70. 


1.  Hark,  hark,  the  battle-cry  is  sounding  o'er  the 

hill, 
i^uick  to  your  duty  now,  aud  haste  the  ranks  to  fill ; 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS.  161 

Let  us  rally  round  our  standard  like  the  heroes  of  the 
past, 

And  to  those  who  fight  with  courage  bold,  there's 
victory  at  last. 

Chorus. 

Marching  on  together,  singing  ever  as  we  go ; 

Truth  shall  be  our  watchword,  and  the  world  our  trai- 
tor foe. 

But  salvation  is  our  helmet,  and  our  sword  can  never 
fail; 

For  our  Captain  we  will  nobly  fight,  and  in  his  strength 
prevail. 

2.  Who  will  join  our  army  ?  though  the  struggle  may 

be  long, 
Nobly  we  will  brave  it,  for  our  hearts  in  God  are  strong ; 
If  we  trust  our  great  Commander,  aid  and  comfort  we 

shall  find, 
And  he'll  drive  the  foe  before  us,  like  the  chaff  before 

the  wind. 

Cho. — Marching  on,  &c. 

3.  Onward,  ever  onward,  then  our  steady  course  we'll 

keep, 
Onward,  ever  onward,  till  we  climb  the  mountain 

steep ; 
For  our  Captain's  gone  before  us,  and  the  war  will 

soon  be  past.  '  [at  last. 

He  has  promised  all  his  faithful  ones  a  glorious  crowr 
"Cho. — Marching  on,  &c. 


192 


Diadem  98. 

1.  I  look  for  stormy  days, 

I  look  for  hours  of  care ; 
I  welcome  all — they  bear  me  on 

Where  God  and  the  angels  are. 
I  wander  now  no  more ; 

Not  all  this  world  can  give 
Can  turn  my  footsteps  from  that  shore 

Where  God  and  the  angels  live. 
11 


162  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

Chorus. — Where  God  and  the  angels  live, 
Where  God  and  the  angels  live, 
(  an  turn  my  footsteps  from  that  shore 
Where  God  and  the  angels  live. 

2.  Only  a  narrow  path, 

In  sight  a  boundless  sea, 
Where,  one  by  one,  my  friends  are  gone, 

And  !-oon  will  they  call  for  me. 
Jesus  is  all  my  strength, — 

To  him  my  soul  1  give; 
Oh,  meet  me  there,  in  that  pure  air 

Vv'here  God  and  the  angels  live. 
Oho. — Where  God,  cvc. 

3.  Farewell,  my  comrades  all, 
I  seek  that  purer  air; 

No  power  on  earth  can  touch  my  soul, 
Where  God  and  the  angels  are. 

Some  golden  days  I  miss, 
All  these  I  freely  give, 

For  many  more  laid  up  in  store 
Where  God  and  the  angels  live. 
Clio. — Where  God,  occ. 

1  tflO  S*  S*  Bel1'  No" 1— il4# 

XJ>$  STAR  OF  THE  EVENING. 

1.  Beautiful  star  in  heaven  so  bright, 
Softly  falls  thy  silvery  light, 

As  thou  movest  from  earth  afar, 
Star  of  the  evening,  beautiful  star. 
Chorus. — Star  of  the  evening,  beautiful  star, 

Beautiful  star,  beautiful  star, 

Star  of  the  evening, 

Beautiful,  beautiful  star. 

2.  In  Fancy's  eye  thou  seem' si  to  say, 
Follow  me,  come  from  earth  away  ; 
Upward  thy  spirit's  pinions  try, 

To  realms  of  love  beyond  the  sky. 
Clio. — Star  of  the  evening,  &C. 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS.  163 

3.  Shine  on,  O  star  of  love  divine, 
And  may  our  souls'  afiertions  twine 
Around  thee,  as  thou  movest  afar, 
Star  of  the  twilight,  leautiful  star ! 
Cho. — Star  of  the  evening,  &e. 


94 


Musical  Leaves  80. 
THE  ANGELS  IN  THE  AIE. 

1.  When  life's  labor-song  is^ung, 
And  the  ebon  arch  is  sprung 

O'er  the  shaded  couch  of  death  so  stilly 
Then  the  Lord  will  light  the  scene 
With  the  angels'  starry  sheen, 

As  they  welcome  us  to  Zioii's  hill. 

Chorus.  - 

We'll  meet  each  other  there, 

Yes  !  we'll  meet  each  other  there, 

With  the  angels  in  the  air ; 

Yes  !  we'll  meet  each  other  there ; 

We'll  meet  each  other  there, 

Yes  !  we'll  meet  each  other  there, 

With  the  angels,  with  the  angels  in  the  air, 

2.  Dark  the  shadows  in  the  vale, 
Fierce  the  howling  of  the  gale, 

But  the  shining  ones  are  near  our  door ; 
With  our  robes  as  bright  as  they, 
We  will  tread  the  starry  way, 

With  the  shadow  and  the  storm  no  more. 
Clio. — We'll  meet  each  other,  &c 

3.  Flood  the  heart  with  parting  tears, 
Frost  the  head  with  passing  years, 

Mingle  want  and  wo  together  here ; 
But  the  Lord  will  lift  the  cloud 
That  enwraps  the  shining  crowd, 

And  we'll  never  know  a  sorrow  there. 

Cho. — We'll  meet  each  other,  &c 


164  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS). 

Edwards,  in  S.  S.  Hosanna  ir>0.  Golden  Promise 
•JAr  108,  New  (J.  Chain  19. 

1.  I  know  'tis  Jesus  loves  my  soul, 
And  makes  the  wounded  sinner  whole; 
My  nature  is  by  sin  denied, 

Yet  Jesus  loves  a  little  child. 
Chorus. — Sweetly,  sweetly,  sweetly  singing, 

Let  us  praise  him,  praise  him,  bringing 

Happy  voices,  voices,  ringing 

Like  the  songs  of  angels  round  the  throne. 

2.  How  kind  is  Jesus,  oh,  how  good  ! 
'Twas  for  my  soul  he  shed  his  blood: 
For  children's  sake  he  was  reviled, 
For  Jesus  loves  a  little  child. 

Cho. — Sweetly,  sweetly,  &c. 

3.  When  I  offend  by  thought  or  tongue, 
Omit  the  right,  or  do  the  wrong, 

If  I  repent,  he's  reconciled ; 
For  Jesus  loves  a  little  child. 

Cho. — Sweetly,  sweetly,  &c. 

4.  To  me  may  Jesus  now  impart, 
Although  so  young,  a  gracious  heart ; 
Alas!  I'm  oft  by  sin  deiiled, 

Yet  Jesus  loves  a  little  child. 

Cho. — Sweetly,  sweetly,  &c. 

.        ~  Glad  Tidings  4. 

IDO  COME  TO  ME. 

1.  Our  bark  is  afloat  on  Time's  rough  sea; 

Dark  billows  gather  round  us  fast  ; 
But  Jesus  has  promised  that  we  shall  be 
Safe  anchor'd  beyond  the  raging  blast. 
Ci/.ORt  s. — Come  to  me,  come  to  me  ; 

Jesus  the  Saviour  says,  Come  to  me ; 
Children,  come,  children,  come; 
Jesus  the  Saviour  says,  Come. 


SUNDAY^  SCHOOL   HYMNS.  165 

2.  My  children,  fear  not,  for  I  will  save 
All  those  who  put  their  trust  in  me ; 

I'll  pilot  you  o'er  life's  turbid  wave, 
To  mansions  above,  prepared  for  thee. 

Cho. — Come  to  me,  come  to  me,  &c. 

3.  Then,  children,  cheer  up,  we'll  soon  be  free 
A  light  springs  up  amid  the  gloom : 

'Tis  Jesus  who  calls  us,  Come  to  me  ; 
I'll  give  you  sweet  rest  beyond  the  tomb. 

Cho. — Come  to  me,  come  to  me,  &c. 

4.  We're  bound  for  that  land,  so  bright  and  fail 
AVhere  we  may  dwell  forever  blest  • 

The  ransom' d  of  Gocl  are  waiting  there  ; 
They're  bidding  us  come  and  be  at  rest. 

Cho. — Come  to  me,  come  to  me,  &c. 


197 


Glad  Tidings  G. 

GOD  SEEN  IN  HIS  WOEXS.  a  M- 

1.  There's  not  a  star  whose  twinkling  light, 
Illumes  the  distant  earth, 

And  cheers  the  solemn  gloom  of  night, 

But  goodness  gave  it  birth. 
There's  not  a  cloud  whose  dews  distil 

Upon  the  parching  clod, 
And  clothe  with  verdure  vale  and  hill, 

That  is  not  sent  by  God. 

2.  Therers  not  a  place  in  earth's  vast  round, 
In  ocean  deep,  or  air, 

Where  skill  and  wisdom  are  not  found; 

For  God  is  everywhere. 
Around,  beneath,  below,  above, 

Wherever  space  extends, 
There  heaven  displays  its  boundless  love, 

And  power  with  goodness  blends. 


198 


Glad  Tidinars  15. 


1.  We  shall  meet  no  more  to  part; 
Cease  thy  sorrow,  mourning  heart ; 


1GG  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

Weary  days  will  soon  depart^ 

Then  we  may  rest  forever. 
When  the  work  of  life  is  done, 
When  the  victor's  crown  is  won, 
Then,  immortal  life  begun, 
We  no  more  shall  sever. 
Chorus.— We  shall  meet  no  more  to  part; 
ase  thy  sorrows,  mourning  heart; 
Weary  days  will  soon  depart, 
Then  we  may  rest  forever. 
2.  In  the  home  of  peace  and  bliss, 
In  the  world  where  Jesus  is, 
When  we  bid  adieu  to  this, 

Then  we  may  love  forever ! 
Purified  from  every  stain, 
Through  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
Brethren,  we  shall  meet  again, 
And  be  parted  never. 

Clio.— We  shall  meet,  &c. 


199 


Glftd^Tidiiigs  38. 
HAPPY  HAPPY  MEET  WE  HEEE. 

(Anniversary  Hymn,) 

1.  IIappy,  happy  meet  we  here, 
Time  has  roll'd  another  year; 
Spring-tide  brings  the  festal  day,-— 
Now  we  lift  the  thankful  lay: 
Thanks  for  daily  mercies  given, 
Crown'd  with  Sabbath  light  from  heaven; 
Thanks  to  God,  who  gives  us  breath  ; 
Thanks  to  God,  who  saves  from  death. 

2.  Happy,  happy  meet  we  here  : 
Blessed  Jesus,  be  thou  near; 
Let  our  pleasures  ever  be 
Only  tbo^e  approved  by  thee. 

Praise  the  Saviour's  precious  name! — 
lie  to  save  from  heaven  came, — 
For  our  sins  did  bleed  and  die; 
Now  he  pleads  for  us  on  high 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS.  167 

3.  Happy,  happy  meet  we  here : 
Parents,  pastors,  teachers  dear, 
All,  with  gladsome  heart  and  voic  3, 
Share  with  us  our  festive  joys. 
Thanks  to  God  for  parents  kind ; 
Thanks  for  friends  with  hearts  inclined 
Thus  to  guide  us  in  the  road 
Leading  safely  up  to  God. 


200 


Slad  Tidings  40,  S.  S.  Bell,  No.  2—21. 


Teachers. — Never  forget  the  Sabbath-school, 

The  lessons  taught  you  here, 
The  gentle  words  of  love  and  truth, 

The  true  and  earnest  care. 
Remember,  too,  the  teachers  dear, 

Who  oft  for  you  will  pray, 
That  Jesus,  by  his  gracious  love, 

May  keep  you  in  the  way. 

Chorus  of  Teachers  and  Scholars. 

We'll  never  forget  the  Sabbath-school, 
The  precious  Sabbath-school, 
We'll  never  forget  the  Sabbath-school, 
The  precious  Sabbath-school. 

Scholars. — Can  we  forget  the  Sabbath-school, 
The  plaee  of  light  and  love, 
Place  where  we  learn  of  wisdom's  ways, 

That  lead  to  homes  above? 
Wherever  we  may  wander, 

"Where  through  the  week  we  roam, 
We'll  not  forget  the  teachers  dear 
Of  this  our  Sabbath  home. 
Cho. — We'll  never  forget,  &a 

£  XL. — So,  then,  together  let  us  sing 
In  songs  of  grateful  praise, 
To  Him  who  reigneth  in  the  skies 
Our  grateful  tribute  raise, 


1G8 


201 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNB. 

And  pray  that  through  another  year 

IIi.s  blessings  may  attend, 
And  that  we  never  may  forget 

The  sinner's  truest  Friend. 

Clio.— We'll  never  forget,  &c. 

Glad  Tidings  43. 

THE  BIBLE  AND  THE  SUNDAY-SCHOOL. 

1.  The  Sunday-school !  the  Sunday-school  I 
Blest  be  the  worfdrous  plan  ! 

So  strong  its  pow'r,  so  fraught  with  love, 

Descending  down  to  man! 
The  Bible  and  the  Sunday-school 

Our  bulwark  firm  shall  be, 
To  guard  our  rights,  maintain  our  laws, 

Preserve  our  liberty. 

2.  We  hold  the  blessed  Bible  as 
Our  charter  and  our  shield, 

Its  precepts  and  its  promises 

A  powerful  sword  to  wield: 
With  free-born  minds  and  bounding  hearts, 

We  prize  fts  sacred  truth, 
For  comfort  in  declining  years, ' 

Or  guide  in  early  youth. 

3.  Oh,  holy  book!     Oh,  happy  day! 

May  unborn  millions  stand', 
Surrounded  by  those  bulwarks  strong, 

Throughout  this  happy  land  ! 
Nor  tyrant's  rod,  nor  despot's  power, 

Deprive  us  of  our  right 
To  serve  our  country  and  our  God 

In  freedom's  blessed  light, 

4.  And  when  we  stand  on  Zion's  heights, 
In  the  bright  world  above, 

Where  golden  harps  are  sounding  forth 
The  Saviour's  dying  love, 


SUXDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  169 

The  Bible  and  the  Sunday-school 
*     Our  anthems  still  shall  be, 
For  they  have  led  our  wandering  feet, 
O  Lord,  to  heaven  and  thee. 


202 


Glad  Tidinsrs  44. 


1.  Fabetvell,  brother!  deep  and  lowly 
Best  thee  on  thy  bed  of  clay: 

Kindred  spirits,  angels  holy, 
Bore  thy  heav'nwardsoui  away: 

Sad  we  gave  thee  to  the  number 
Laid  in  yonder  icy  halls, 

And  above  thy  peaceful  slumber 
Many  a  show'r  of  sorrow  falls. 

2.  Hear  our  prayer,  O  God  of  glory, 
Lowly  breached  in  sorrow's  song : 

Bleeding  hearts  lie  bare  before  thee, — 
Come,  in  holy  trust  made  strong ! 

Hark !  a  voice  moves  nearer,  stronger, 
From  the  shadowy  land  we  dread; 

Mortals!  mortals!  seek  no  longer 
Those  that  live— among  the  dead. 

3.  Farewell,  brother!  soon  we'll  meet  thee 
Where  no  cloud  of  sorrow  roils ; 

For  glad  tidings  float,  how  sweetly! 

From  the  glorious  land  of  souls: 
Death's  cold  gloom  now  parte  asunder: 

Lo!  the  folding  shades  are  gone: 
Mourner,  upward!  yonder,  yonder! 

God's  broad  day  comes  pouring  on. 

rtAQ  Glad  Tidings  43. 

^OeS  HASTE  AWAY. 

1.  Sweetly  the  Sabbath  bell 
Steals  on  the  air, 


170  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

That  in  the  house  of  God 

Bids  us  appe 
"Children  of  God,"  it  seems 

Softly  to  say, 

"Haste  away,  iiaste  away, 
Haste,  haste  away." 

2.  Oft  as  the  Sabbath  chimes 

Summon  to  pray, 
May  we  their  holy  call 

Gladly  obey : 
Then  when  the  last  sad  bell 

For  us  shall  sound, 
Keady  all,  ready  all, 

May  we  be  found. 


204 


Clad  Tidings  52,  Oriola  1G. 


1.  When  Sabbath's  sacred  morning  light 
Begins  on  earth  to  dawn, 

We'll  wake  with  eyes  all  sparkling  bright^ 
And  bid  dull  sloth  begone. 
Chorus. — Then  haste  to  the  school  away, 
And  keep  this  sacred  day, 
Yes,  haste  away,  yes,  haste  away, 
And  keep  this  sacred  day. 

2.  The  tuneful  birds  in  concert  meet, 
And  carol  sweet  their  lays: 

In  nature's  temple  they  repeat 
Their  great  Creator's  praise. 
Clio. — Then  haste,  &c. 

3.  From  valley,  field,  and  mountain  air 
They  pour  their  warbling  strains, 

And  in  one  chorus  loud  declare 
That  God  forever  reigns. 
Cno. — Then  haste,  &c. 

4.  Then  in  the  temple  of  the  Lord, 
That  consecrated  place. 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  171 

We'll  listen  to  God's  holy  word 

And  seek  his  pardoning  grace. 
Cho. — Then  haste,  &c. 
5.  Then,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 

Our  song  to  God  we'll  raise, 
While  millions  more  with  us  rejoice 

And  join  in  ptaye'r  and  praise. 


205 


Cho. — Then  haste,  &c. 

Fresh  Laurels  50. 

THE  WATEK,  OF  LIFE. 

1.  Jesus  the  water  of  life  will  give, 
Freely,  freely,  freely, 

Jesus  the  water  of  life  will  give 
Freely  to  those  that  love  him ; 
Come  to  that  fountain,  oh,  drink  and  live, 

Freely,  freely,  freely, 
Come  to  that  fountain,  oh,  drink  and  live, 
Flowing  for  those  that  love  him. 
Cho.    The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say,  Come, 
Freely,  freely,  freely, 
And  he  that  is  thirsty,  let  him  come 

And  drink  of  th£  water  of  life; 
The  fountain  of  life  is  flowing, 

Flowing,  freely  flowing, 
The  fountain  of  life  is  flowing, 
Is  flowing  for  you  and  for  me. 

2.  Jesus  has  promised  a  home  in  heaven, 
Freely,  freely,  freely, 

Jesus  has  promised  a  home  in  heaven, 
Freely  to  those  that  love  him ; 

Treasures  unfading  will  there  be  given. 
Freely,  freely,  freely, 

Treasures  unfading  will  there  he  given, 
Freely  to  those  that  love  him.    Ceo. 

3.  Jesus  has  promised  a  robe  of  white, 
Freely,  freely,  freely, 

Jesus  has  promised  a  robe  of  white, 
Freely  to  those  that  love  him ; 

Kingdoms  of  glory  and  crowns  of  light, 

'   Freely,  freely,  freely, 

Kingdoms  of  glory  and  crowns  of  light, 
Freely  to  those  that  love  him.    Cho. 

4.  Jesus  has  promised  eternal  day, 
Freely,  freely,  freely, 

Jesus  has  promised  eternal  day, 
Freely  to  those  that  love  him  ; 

Pleasures  that  never  shall  pass  away, 
Freely,  freely,  freely, 


172  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

Pleasures  that  never  shall  pass  away, 

Freely  to  those  that  love  aim.    Clio. 

5.  Jesus  has  promised  a  calm  repose, 

Freely,  freely,  freely, 
Jesus  has  promised  a  calm  repose, 

Freely  to  all  that  love  him  ; 
Come  to  the  water  of  life  that  flows 

Freely,  freely,  freely, 
Come  to  the  water  of  life  that  flows 

Freely  to  all  that  love  him.    Cho. 


206 


Glad  Tidings  70  and  93>. 
OUTSIDE  THE  GATE. 

1.  I  stood  outside  the  gate, 
A  poor,  wayfaring  child  ; 

Within  my  heart  there  beat 
A  tempest  loud  and  wild. 

A  fear  oppress' d  my  soul, 
That  1  might  be  too  late ; 

And,  oh  !  I  trembled  sore, 
And  pray'd  outside  the  gate, 
And  pray'cf  outside  the  gate. 

2.  "  Mercy  I"  I  loudly  cried, 
"Oh,  give  me  rest  from  sin  \" 

"I  will,"  a  voice  replied; 
And  Mercy  let  me  in. 

She  bound  my  bleeding  wounds; 
She  soothed  my  aching  head; 

She  eased  my  burden'd  soul, 
And  bore  the  load  instead, 
And  bore  the  load  instead. 

3.  In  Mercy's  guise  I  knew 
The  Saviour  long  abused, 

Who  often  sought  my  heart, 

And  wept  when  I  refused. 
Oh,  what  a  blest  return 

For  ignorance  and  sin! 
I  stood  outside  the  gate, 

And  Jesus  let  me  in, 

And  Jesus  let  me  in. 


207 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  173 

Glad  Tidings  7G. 
WE  SEEM  TO  HEAR.  O.^M. 

1.  We  seem  to  hear  a  voice  of  praise, 
Here,  mid  the  leafy  bow'rs ; 

.   Frcm  murm'ring  streams  whose  crystal  maze 

Doth  cheer  the  thirsty  flow'rs. 
But  louder  where  yon  lofty  trees 

By  summer's  hand  are  drest, 
It  swells  on  ev'ry  gentle  breeze, 

From  bough  and  spray  and  nest. 

2.  But  if  the  things  by  nature  taught 
Pour  music  o'er  the  sod, 

How  high  should  rise  our  raptured  thought, 

Who  learn  the  word  of  God ! 
To  us  he  speaks  from  morning's  dell, 

From  evening's  dewy  sphere, 
And  when  the  holy  Sabbath  bell 

Salutes  the  Christian's  ear. 

3.  To  us  he  speaks,  he  guides  our  choice, 
By  heav'n's  own  book  divine, 

And  aids  our  teacher's  much-loved  voice 

To  fix  each  treasured  line. 
To  us  he  speaks,  and  we  in  praise 

Would  still  our  off'rings  bring, 
Here,  where  creation  joins  our  lays, 

And  there,  where  angels  sing. 

Fresli  Laurels  72. 

AWAY!  AWAY! 

1.  Away  !  away  !  not  a  moment  to  linger ; 

Haste  we  now  witli  footstep  free, 
Where  those  who  love  in  the  vineyard  to  labor 

Wait  for  you  and  me. 

Chorus. 
To  the  Sunday-school  rejoicing  we  will  go, 
'Tis  a  place  where  all  are  happy  here  below, 
Where  the  way  of  life  we  learn  to  know, 
And  seek  our  home  above. 


174  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMftTS.  * 

2.  Away!  away!  where  the  angels  are  bending 
Lightly  o'er  the  house  of  prayer; 

Glad  hymns  of  praise  to  the  Lord  of  the  Sabbath 
Sweetly  echo  there. 

Clio. — To  the  Sunday-school,  &c. 

3.  Away  !  away  !  for  the  moments  are  flying  ;• 
Time  for  us  will  soon  be  o'er: 

This  holy  day  we  will  try  to  improve  it, 
Ere  its  light  is  o'er. 

Cho. — To  the  Sunday-school,  &c. 

4.  Away  !  away  !  not  a  moment  to  linger ; 
Haste  we  now  with  footstep  free, 

Where  those  who  love  in  the  vineyard  to  labor 
Wait  for  you  and  me. 

Cho. — To  the  Sunday-school,  &c. 


209 


Glad  Tidings  98,  Happy  Voices  208,  Casket  70. 
WE  SPEAK  OF  THE  EEALMS  OF  THE  BLES1 

1.  We  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest, 
That  country  so  bright  and  so  fail 

And  oft  are  its'  glories  con  fess'd  ; 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there ! 

2.  V\Te  speak  of  its  freedom  from  sin, 
From  sorrow,  temptation,  and  care, 

From  trials  without  and  within; 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there ! 

3.  We  speak  of  its  service  of  love, 
The  robes  which  the  glorified  weir, 

The  church  of  the  first-born  above; 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there ! 

4.  O  Lord,  in  this  valley  of  woe, 
Our  spirits  for  heaven  prepare; 

And  shortly  we  also  shall  know 
And  feel  what  it  is  to  be  there! 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  175 

Glad  Tiiings  100. 
ONLY  WAITING, 

1.  Only  waiting  till  the  shadows 
Are  a  little  longer  grown  ; 

Only  waiting  till  the  glimmer 

Of  the  day's  last  beam  is  flown, 
Till  the  night  of  earth  has  faded 

From  the  heart  once  full  of  day, 
Till  the  stars  of  heav'n  are  breaking 
Through  the  twilight  soft  and  gray. 
Refrain. — Here  we  are  waiting,  only  waiting, 
Till  our  time  for  rest  shall  come, 
Working,  watching,  hoping,  wait.^g, 
Till  our  Father  calls  us  home. 

2.  Only  waiting  till  the  reapers 
Have  the  last  sheaf  gather' d  home; 

For  the  summer-time  is  faded, 

And  the  autumn  winds  have  come. 

Quickly,  reapers,  quickly  gather 
The  last  ripe  corn  of  my  heart ; 

For  the  bloom  of  life  is  wither' d, 
And  I  hasten  to  depart. 

Eef. — Here  we  are  waiting,  &c. 

3.  Only  waiting  till  the  angels 
Open  wide  the  mystic  gate 

At  whose  feet  I  long  have  linger' d, 

Weary,  poor,  and  desolate. 
Even  now  I  hear  their  footsteps 

And  their  voices  far  away : 
If  they  call  me,  I  am  waiting, 

Only  waiting  to  obey. 

Eef. — Here  we  are  waiting,  &c. 

Glad  Tidings  112. 

THE  HAPPY  THB03TG. 

1.  A  beautiful  home  beyond  the  tide, 
Where  beautiful  angels  e'er  leside; 


176  SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS, 

A  beautiful  choir,  with  harps  of  gold, 
Are  caroliag  sweet  with  David  of  old, 
Shouting  Hosanna  to  the  Lamb, 
Glory  and  honor  to  his  name. 
Refrain. — We  will  join  that  happy  throng, 
Shouting  Hosanna  to  the  Lamb. 
We  will  join  that  happy  throng, 
Shouting  Hosanna  to  the  Lamb. 

2.  In  beautiful  notes,  this  Easter-Tide,* 
They're  chanting  a  song  by  Jesus'  side, 
And  telling  of  rest  in  heaven's  pure  light, 
Where  beautiful  robes  of  spotless  white 
Are  waiting  for  all  the  saints  of  peace, 
Whose  pilgrimage  here  ere  long  must  cease. 

Kef. — We  will  join,  &c. 

3.  This  beautiful  choir  we  soon  shall  join, 
Singing  with  them  this  sweetest  song:' — 
Glory  and  honor,  love  and  praise, 
Jesus,  be  thine  through  endless  days ! 
Saviour,  whene'er  our  time  shall  come, 
Take  us,  oh,  take  us  to  thy  home, 

Ref. — There  to  join  the  happy  throng,  &c. 

Fresh  Laurels  5. 
RESTING  BY-AND-BY. 

1.  When  faint  and  weary  toiling, 

The  sweat-drops  on  my  brow, 
I  long  to  rest  from  labor, 

To  drop  the  burden  now, — 
There  comes  a  gentle  chiding 

To  quell  each  mourning  sigh: 
"Work  while  the  day  is  shining, 

There's  resting  by-and-by." 
Chorus. — Resting  by-and-by," 

There's  resting  by-and-by  ; 


*  Instead  of  "Easter-Tide,"  '.n  this  line,  may  tx  read  -'Sabbath' 

day,"  "joyous  day,"  or  "festal  iay,"  to  suit  the  occasiou. 


213 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  177 

We  shall  not  always  labor, 

We  shall  not  always  cry  ; 
The  end  is  drawing  nearer, 

The  end  for  which  we  sigh  ; 
We'll  lay  our  heavy  burdens  down, 

There's  resting  by-and-by. 

2.  This  life  to  toil  is  given, 
And  he  improves  it  best 

Who  seeks  by  patient  labor 

To  enter  into  rest  ; 
Then,  pilgrim,  worn  and  weary, 

Press  on,  the  goal  is  nigh  ; 
The  prize  is  straight  before  thee, 

There's  resting  by-and-bv. 

Cho.— Besting  by-and-by,  &c. 

3.  Nor  ask  when  overburden' d, 
You  long  for  friendly  aid, 

"Why  idle  stands  my  brother, 

No  yoke  upon  him  laid  ?" 
The  Master  bids  him  tarry  ; 

And  dare  you  ask  him  why  ? 
"Go  labor  in  my  vineyard, 

There's  resting  by-and-by ." 
Cho.— Besting  by-and-by,  &c. 

4.  Wan  reaper  in  the  harvest, 
Let  this  thy  strength  sustain. 

Each  sheaf  that  tills  the  garner 

Brings  you  eternal  gain  ; 
Then  bear  the  cross  with  patience, 

To  fields  of  duty  hie; 
'Tis  sweet  to  work  for  Jesus, — 

There's  resting  by-and-by. 
Cho. — Besting  by-and-by,  &c. 

Fresh  Laurels  9. 

BEAUTIFUL  MANSIONS. 
1.  Beatjtiful  mansions,  Home  of  the  blest, 
Land  where  the  faithful  Ever  shail  rest; 
12 


178  BONDAY-SCHOOL  IIY-VXS. 

There  is  my  treasure,  There  shall  I  be, 

Lord,  I  am  weary,  Lead  me  to  thee. 
Choktjs. — Sa\  iour,  be  near  me, 

Thy  gentle  voice  can  cheer  me, 
O  Jesus  my  Saviour, 
Lead  me  to  thee. 

2.  Here  in  a  desert  Cheerless  I  roam, 
Laden  with  sorrow,  Far  from  my  home; 
Clouds  on  my  pathway  Darkly  I  see, 
Lord,  I  am  weary,  Lead  me  to  thee. 

Cho. — Saviour,  be  near  me,  <kc. 

3.  Thou  wilt  not  leave  me  Comfortless  here, 
Why  should  I  doubt  thee?  What  do  I  fear? 
Light  in  the  distance,  Breaking  I  see, 

Yet  I  am  weary,  Lead  me  to  thee. 
Cho. — Saviour,  be  near  me,  &c. 

4.  Jesus,  I  love  thee,  Dwell  in  my  heart, 
Never,  O  never  From  me  depart ; 
Hope,  like  a  rainbow,  Shining  I  see, 
Yet  I  am  weary,  Lead  me  to  thee. 

Clio. — Saviour,  be  near  me,  &c. 

Fresh  Laurels  20. 

WANDERER. 
1.  Jesus,  I  come  to  thee,  a  wand'rer,  a  wand'rer, 

A  stranger  from  my  Fathers  house 
I  would  no  longer  be. 

Jesus,  I  plead  with  thee,  a  wand'rer,  a  wancTier 
Oh,  wash  me  in  thy  cleansing  blood. 

And  set  my  spirit  free. 

Chorus. 
Now,  blessed  Saviour,  take  thy  weary,  wand'ring  child, 
Keep  me,  oh,  keep  me  from  the  tempest  wild ; 
My  lonely  heart,  by  sin  oppress'd, 
Would  lose  its  burden  on  thy  breast, 
And  find  a  calm  and  peaceful  rest 

Forever  there. 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS.  179 

2.  Jesus,  the  living  way,  oh,  save  me,  oh,  save  me ; 

Oil,  lead  me  to  the  precious  fold, 
And  let  me  never  stray ; 

Oh,  let  me  hear  thy  voice,  my  Father,  dear  Father, 
In  gentle  tones  my  pardon  speak, 

And  bid  my  soul  rejoice. 

Cho. — Now,  blessed  Saviour,  &c.  , 

3.  Jesus,  the  way  is  bright  before  me,  before  me, 

My  prayer  is  heard,  the  clouds  are  gone, 
1  see  thy  glorious  light : 

Jesus,  no  more  I'll  roam  a  wand'rer,  a  wand'rer, 
My  Father  holds  me  in  his  arms,' 

And  bids  me  welcome  home. 

Cho. — Now,  blessed  Saviour,  &c. 


215 


Fresh  Laurels  23. 
LOVE  POR  JESUS,  7s,  6s. 

1.  I  love  the  name  of  Jesus: 
That  name  the  angels  sing ; 

And  with  their  loud  hosannas 
The  heavenly  portals  ring. 
To  him  my  ail  confiding, 

In  him  my  joy  complete, 
I  learn,  with  Christian  meekness, 
My  duty  at  his  feet. 
Refrain, — I  love,  I  love,  I  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 
The  sweetest  name,  The  name,  The  name 
the  angels  sing. 

2.  I  love  to  think  of  Jesus, 
When  all  is  calm  and  still ; 

When  pure  and  holy  feelings 

My  grateful  bosom  fill. 
I  love  to  think  of  Jesus, 

Whose  mercy  crowns  my  days: 
How  just  are  ail  his  counsels, 

And  true  are  all  his  ways ! 
Eef. — I  love,  I  love,  &c. 


180  \  r-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

3.  I  love  to  work  for  Jesus, 

And  worship  at  his  throne; 
Oh.  may  his  Spirit  help  me 

To  live  for  him  alone ! 
To  labor  for  my  Saviour, 

My  greatest  joy  shall  be: 
I  know  that  Jesus  loves  me, 

Because  he  died  for  me. 
Kef. — I  love.  1  love,  &c. 


216 


Fresh  Laurels  31.      • 
JESUS,  DEAR,  I  COME  TO  THEE. 

1.  Jesus,  dear,  I  come  to  thee, 
Thou  hast  said  I  may; 

Tell  me  what  my  life  should  be, 

Take  my  sins  away. 
Jesus,  dear,  I  learn  of  thee, 

In  thy  word  divine  ; 
Ev'ry  promise  there  I  see, 
May  I  call  it  mine. 
Chorus. — Jesus,  hear  my  humble  song, 

I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  strong; 
Gently  lead  my  soul  along  ; 
Help  me  come  to  thee. 

2.  Jesus,  dear,  I  long  for  thee, 
Long  thy  peace  to  know  ; 

Grant  those  purer  joys  to  me, 
Earth  can  ne'er  bestow: 

Jesus,  dear,  I  cling  to  thee; 
"When  my  heart  is  sad, 

Thou  wilt  kindly  speak  to  me, 
Thou  wilt  make  me  glad. 
Clio. — Jesus,  hear,  cY.c. 

3.  Jesus,  dear,  I  trust  in  thee 
Trust  thy  tender  love, 

There's  a  happy  home  for  me 
With  thy  saints  above; 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  18] 

Jesus,  I  would  come  to  thee, 

Thou  hast  said  I  may; 
Tell  me  what  my  life  should  be, 

Take  my  sins  away. 
Cho—  Jesus  hear,  &c. 


217 


Fresh  Laurels  34. 
MY  SAVIOUR'S  THRONE. 

1.  I  want  to  go  where  the  Saviour  reigns 
On  the  beautiful  throne  above, 

And  catch  the  strai.ns  of  the  heavenly  choir 
As  they  sing  of  his  dying  love, 
As  they  sing  of  his  dying  love. 
Eefrain.— Oh,  that  beautiful,  beautiful  throne, 
That  beautiful  Golden  Throne ! 
I  want  to  go  where  the  Saviour  reigns, 
And  sit  in  the  beautiful  throne. 

2.  I  want  to  sit  by  the  living  stream  ' 
As  it  flows  from  the  Golden  Throne, 

And  bathe  my  soul  in  its  crystal  flood' 

And  dwell  with  the  saints  at  home, 

And  dwell  with  the  saints  at  home. 

Kef.— Oh,  that  beautiful,  &c. 

3.  I  want  to  taste  the  ambrosial  fruit, 
As  it  grows  on  the  tree  of  life, 

And  feast  and  live  by  the  throne  of  God, 
YWien  the  saints  shall  be  free  from  strife 
When  the  saints  shall  be  free  from  strife' 
Kef.— Oh,  that  beautiful,  &c. 

4.  I  want  to  walk  in  the  golden  streets 
Along  with  the  blood-wash' cl  throng' 

And  greet  the  friends  who  have  gone  before, 
And  unite  in  the  new-made  song, 
And  unite  in  the  new-made  song. 
Rn  —  )h,  that  beautiful,  &c. 


182  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 


218 


Fresli  Laurels  48. 
ALL  THE  WAT. 

1.  I'm  but  a  youthful  pilgrim, 

.     My  journey's  just  begun  ; 
They  say  I'll  meet  with  sorrow 

Before  my  journey's  done. 
The  world  is  full  of  trouble, 
And  trials,  too,  they  say  ; 
But  I  will  follow  Jesus 
All  the  way. 
Chorus.— But  I  will  follow  Jesus 
All  the  way. 

2.  Then,  like  a  little  pilgrim, 
Whatever  I  may  meet, 

I'll  take  it, — joy  or  sorrow, — 

And  lay  at  Jesus'  feet. 
He'll  comfort  me  in  trouble, 

He'll  wipe  my  tears  away; 
With  joy  I'll  follow  Jesus 

All  the  way. 

Cho— With  joy  I'll  follow,  &c. 

3.  Then  trials  cannot  vex  me, 
And  pain  I  need  not  fear; 

For  when  I'm  close  by  Jesus, 
Grief  cannot  come  too  near. 

Kot  even  death  can  harm  me, 
When  death  I  meet  one  day; 

To  heaven  I'll  follow  Jesus 
All  the  way. 

Cho.— To  heaven  Bll  follow,  &c 


219 


Fresli  Laurels  58. 
ENCOURAGEMENT. 

1.  O  TEACHER,  sad  and  weary 
Because  thy  work  seems  vain, 

Look  from  thyself  to  Jesus, 
And  thou  wilt  hope  ag*un. 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  183 

Perchance  thou  art  discouraged 

That  yet  no  fruit  appears ; 
But  ere  the  joyful  harvest, 
The  seed  is  sown  in  tears. 
Sown  in  tears,  sown  in  tears, 
The  seed  is  sown  in  tears. 

2.  Hast  thou  so  soon  forgotten 

The  promise  of  thy  Lord, 
That  none  for  him  who  labor 

Shall  fail  of  their  reward? 
If  thus  thou  pray  and  labor, 

Immortal  souls  to  win, 
Thou  at  thy  Lord's  appearing 

Bright  as  the  stars  shall  shine. 
Bright  as  stars,  bright  as  star:?, 
Bright  as  the  stars  shall  shir.e. 


^  Fresli  laurels  78,  Glad  Tidings  127. 

Jd  JO  PISaAH'S  MOUNTAIN. 

1.  Joyful  away  to  Pisgah's  mountain, 
Borne  on  the  wings  of  faith,  we  soar ; 

Sweetly  we  hear  the  echo  ringing, 
Happy  voices  on  the  other  shore. 

Hark  !  they  sing,  in  the  bright  vales  of  Eden, 
Songs  of  praise  to  the  Lamb  that  was  slain; 

Bound  his  throne  with  the  martyrs  they  gather, 
There  united  forever  to  reign. 

Chorus. 
Would  you  sit  by  the  banks  of  the  river, 

With  the  friends  you  have  loved  by  your  side, 
Would  you  join  in  the  songs  of  the  angels, 

.Then  be  ready  to  follow  your  guide. 

2.  Christians,  behold  the  hill  of  Zion, 
See  where  our  purest  treasure  lies ; 

Work  for  the  Lord,  whate'er  our  trials, 
Oh  be  faithful,  we  shall  win  the  prize. 


184  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS, 

Crown'd  with  light  in  a  mansion  of  beauty, 
We  shall  dwell  with  the  Dure  and  the  blest, 

We  shall  sing  with  the  faithful  in  glory, 
Where  the  weary  forever  shall  rest. 
Cho. — Would  you  sit,  &c. 

3.  We're  pressing  on  with  eager  longing, 

Pressing  toward  the  swelling  tide; 
Jesus  will  bear  us  safely  over, 

We  shall  anchor  on  the  other  side. 
Saved  by  grace  to  his  kingdom  exalted, 

When  the  billows  of  Jordan  are  pass'd, 
We  shall  sing  with  the  friends  .we  have  cherish'd, 

Glory,  glory,  we're  home,  home  at  last. 
Cho. — Would  you  sit,  &c. 


22 


Fresh  Laurels  SO. 

COME,  OH,  COME, 

1.  Come,  oh,  come,  our  festive  day  returning, 
^  Fiird  with  joy,  its  rosy  light  we  see; 

God  of  love,  our  hearts  with  rapture  burning, 
Breathe,  in  a  grateful  song,  our  homage  to  thee, 

Chorus. 
Here  once  again  our  mingled  voices  swelling; 

Here  with  delight  we  love  thy  praise  to  sing. 
We  will  rejoice  of  all  thy  goodness  telling, 

Oh,  be  thou  exalted  high,  our  Saviour  ancfKing. 

2.  Come,  oh,  come,  the  fiow'rs  witli  verdure  teeming, 
Bless  the  hand  that  made  the  forms  so  gay; 

Come,  oh,  come,  the  sun  with  lustre  beaming,' 
Crowns  with  a  happy  smile  our  high  festive  day. 
Clio. — Here  once  again,  &c. 

3.  Come,  oh,  come,  the  day  is  now  before  us,' 
Not  a  cloud  to  dim  its  golden  ray; 

Angel  eyes  from  heaven  are  bending  o'er  us, 
Gilding  the  tranquil  hours  with  joy  while  they 
Cho.  —Here  once  again,  &o.  [stay. 


2^ 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.     '  185 

Fresh  Laurels  92. 
JACOB'S  PRAYER, 

1.  All  night  long,  till  break  of  day, 
Jacob  wept  his  bitter  prayer, 

Till  the  angel  on  his  way, 

Christ  the  Angel,  blest  him  there. 

I'm  a  needy  sinner  too, 

Torn  with  anguish,  guilt,  and  fears ; 

I  to  Jesus  too  will  go,    . 

Go  and  bathe  his  feet  with  tears. 

2.  Jesus,  at  thy  cross  I  lie 

All  night  long  till  break  of  day ; 
Perish  here,  if  I  must  die, — 

Unforgiv'n,  go  not  away. 
Saviour,  wilt  thou  take  my  heart? 

It  is  all  I  have  to  give. 
Sin-defiled  in  every  part, 

Such  a  gift  wilj;  thou  receive? 

'     3.  Oh,  how  kindly  Jesus  spake  : 

"Go  in  peace, — all  is  forgiven. 
Wilt  thou  all  for  me  forsake, 

Love,  and  follow  me  to  heaven  ?" 
Jesus,  I  thy  goodness  bless, 

And  with  wondering  love  adore ; 
Let  me  never  love  thee  less, 

Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more. 

CI  Cfe  O         Fresl1  Laurels  94,  Glad  Tidings  12S. 

JdJid  MY  HOME  IS  THERE. 

1.  Above  the  waves  of  earthly  strife, 
Above  the  ills  and  cares  of  life, 
Y\There  all  is  peaceful,  bright,  and  fair; 
My  home  is  there,  my  home  is  there. 

Chorus. 
My  beautiful  home,  my  beautiful  home, 
In  the  land  where  the  gloriiied  ever  shall  roam, 
Where  angels  bright  wear  crowns  of  light, 
My  home  is  there,  my  home  is  there. 


186  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

2.  Where  living  fountains  sweetly  flow, 
Where  buds  and  (lowers  immortal  grow, 
Where  trees  their  fruits  celestial  bear 
My  home  is  there,  my  home  is  there. 

Clio.— My  beautiful  home,  &c. 

3.  Away  from  sorrow,  doubt,  and  pain, 
Away  from  worldly  loss  and  gain, 
From  all  temptation,  tears,  and  care; 
My  home  is  there,  my  home  is  there. 

Cho. — My  beautiful  home,  &c. 

4.  Beyond  the  bright  and  pearly  gates, 
Where  Jesus,  loving  Saviour,  waits,        s 
Where  all  is  peaceful,  bright,  and  fair; 
My  home  is  there,  my  home  is  there. 

Cho. — My  beautiful  home,  &c. 

2^  *  Fresh  Laurels  110. 

^4  CHORUS  OF  FIRE. 

1.  O!  golden  Hereafter, 
Thine  ev'ry  bright  rafter 

Will  shake  in  the  thunder  of  sanctified  song ; 

And  ev'ry  swift  angel 

Proclaim  an  evangel, 
To  summon  God's  saints  to  the  glorified  throng 

Chorus. 

Oh,  chorus  of  fire, 

That  will  burst  from  God's  choir, 
When  the  loud  hallelujahs  leap  up  from  the  soul, 

Till  the  flowers  on  the  hills, 

And  the  waves  in  the  rills, 
Shall  tremble  with  joy  in  the  music's  deep  roll. 

2.  O  host  without  number, 
Awaked  from  death's  slumber, 

Who  walk  in  white  robes  on  the  emerald  shore; 

The  glory  is  o'er  you, 

The  throne  is  before  you, 
And  weeping  will  come  to  your  spirits  no  more. 
Cho. — Oh !  chorus  of  fire,  &c, 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS.  187 

3.  O  mansions  eternal, 
In  fields  ever  vernal, 

Awaiting  your  tenantry  ransom'd  from  sin, 
We'll  stand  on  your  pavement, 
Ko  more  in  enslavement, 

"With  home-songs  to  Jesus  who  welcomes  us  in. 
Cho. — Oh  !  chorus  of  fire,  &c. 

4.  O  Jesus,  our  Master, 
Command  to  beat  faster 

These  weary  life-pulses  .that  bring  us  to  thee, 

Till,  past  the  dark  portal, 

We  stand  up  immortal, 
And  sweep  with  hosannas  the  jasper-lit  sea. 
Cho. — Oh !  chorus  of  fire,  &c. 

^  r*M  Fresh  Laurels  112. 

J  J  5      LET  ME  DIE  IN  THE  HARNESS. 

1.  Let  me  die  in  the  harness,  let  me  die  in  the  work, 
In  the  work  my  Master  has  given  me  to  do ; 

With  his  arm  to  uphold  me,  and  his  promise  to  cheer, 
Oh,  how  joyful  my  way  I'll  pursue  ! 
Strong  in  him  I'll  bear  my  burden, 

Cheerful  in  the  heat  of  day, 
Through  temptation,  storm,  and  danger, 
Gladly  I'll  follow  where  he  leads  the  way. 

2.  Let  my  hand  never  weary,  let  my  heart  never  faint, 
He  has  said  his  grace  is  sufficient  for  me; 

Let  me  work  in  the  vineyard,  let  me  work  in  the  field, 
For  my  Master  who  suffer' d  for  me. 
I  am  his,  I  feel,  I  know  it, 

Blest  assurance,  faith  divine ! 
Oh,  'tis  sweet  for  him  to  labor, 

Jesus,  my  Saviour,  what  rapture  is  mine! 

3.  With  my  lamp  trimm'd  and  burning,  and  my  staff 

in  my  hand, 
While  the  gospel  truth  for  my  sandals  I  wear, 
May  my  Lord,  when  he  cometh,  find  me  still  in  the 
Ever  ?aithful,  anc1  watching  in  prayer!  [work, 


188  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

Then,  through  him  to  life  awaking, — 
i  shall  Bee  his  smiling  face, 

On  seraphic  pinions  waited, 

Rest  me  forever  in  his  dear  embrace. 


2iQ 


Fresh  Laurels  125,  Clad  Tidinars  141. 

I  AM  WAITING  BY  THE  RIVER.        8s,  7s. 

1.  I  am  waiting  by  the  river, 
And  my  heart  lias  waited  long; 

Now  I  think  1  hear  the  chorus 

Of  the  angels'  welcome  song. 
Oh,  I  see  the  dawn  is  breaking 

On  the  hill-tops  of  the  blest. 
"Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

And  the  weary  be  at  rest." 

2.  Far  away  beyond  the  shadows 
Of  this  weary  vale  of  tears, 

There  the  tide  of  bliss  is  sweeping 

Through  the  bright  and  changeless  years. 

Oh,  I  long  to  be  with  Jesus, 
In  the  mansions  of  the  blest, 

"Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 
And  the  weary  be  at  rest." 

3.  They  are  launching  on  the  river, 
From  the  calm  and  quiet  shore, 

And  they  soon  will  bear  my  spirit 
Where  the  weary  sigh  no  more; 

For  the  tide  is  swifily  flowing, 
And  I  long  to  greet  the  blest, 

"Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 
And  the  weary  be  at  rest." 

£>  /-*P»  Fresh  Laurels  146. 

£*&i  SING  TO  ME,  MOTHER. 

1.  Sing  to  me,  mother,  oh!  sing  some  sweet  strain. 
That  each  low  cadence  my  heart  will  enchain, 
Soothing,  with  music's  melodious  flow, 
Murmurs  of  passion,  or  moanings  of  woe. 


STJKDAY-SlHOOL  hymns.  189 

Tired  is  my  spirit  of  watching  and  pain  ; 
Shelter  me  now  with  thy  strong  arms  again ; 
Sorrow's  dark  pinions  have  shadow' d  my  brow, 
Sing  to  me,  mother,  oh,  sing  to  me  now ! 
Sing  to  me,  mother,  oh,  sing  to  me  now! 

2.  Oft  have  our  voices  been  blended  in  song, 

Oft  have  the  night- winds  our  strains  borne  along; 
Oft  have  the  morning  birds,  warbling  in  glee, 
Tuned  their  sweet  notes  to  our  gay  melody; 
But  the  long  winter  that  silenced  their  strain 
Chill' d  my  young  heart  with  the  frost-touch  of  pain ; 
Mute  is  my  voice  like  the  birds  on  the  bough. 
Sing  to  me,  mother,  oh,  sing  to  me  now ! 
Sing  to  me,  mother,  oh,  sing  to  me  now ! 

3.  Sing  to  me,  mother,  oh,  sing  some  sweet  strain, 
Low  and  soft-thrilling  each  tender  refrain  : 
Something  I  loved,  when,  in  childhood's  bright  years, 
Sunshine  and  smiles  were  unmingled  with  tears. 
Memories,  pure  as  the  pearly  spring  rain, 

Wake  at  the  sound  of  thy  music-  again ; 
Tenderly,  softly,  while  lowly  I  bow, 
Sing  to  me,  mother,  oh,  sing  to  me  now ! 
Sing  to  me,  mother,  oh,  sing  to  me  now ! 

C%  6T&  O  Harmonia  Saera  33G. 

JJO  PRAYER,  SWEET  PRAYEE -Chant, 

1.  When  torn  is  the  bosom  with  sorrow  and  care, 
Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  |  nothing . .  like  |  prayej  ; 
It  eases,  and  softens,  subdues,  yet  sus —  |  tains, 
Gives  vigor  to  hope,  and  puts  |  passion  . .  in  |  chains. 

Chorus. — Prayer,  prayer,  oh,  sweet  prayer ! 

Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like  prayer. 

2.  When  far  from  the  friends  we  hold  dearest,  we  part, 
What  fond  recollections  still  |  cling . .  to  the  |  heart ; 
Past  converse,  past  scenes,  past  enjoyments  are  |  there, 
How  hurtfully  pleasing  till  |  haflow'd  .  .  by  |  prayer. 

Cho. — Prayer,  &i. 


190  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

3.  When  pleasures  would  woo  us  from  piety's  arms, 
The  siren  sings  sweetly,  or  |  silent,   ly  |  charms; 
We  listen,  love,  loiter,  are  caught  in  the  |  snare, 

In  looking  to  Jesus  we  |  conquer  by  |  prayer. 
Cno. — Prayer,  <kc. 

4.  While  strangers  to  prayer,  we  are  strangers  to  bliss, 
Heav'n  pours  its  full  stream  through  no  I  medium 

'   but  |  this! 
And  till  we  the  seraph's  full  ecstasy  |  share, 
Our  chalice  of  joy  must  be  |  guarded  by  |  prayer. 
Cho—  Prayer,  <S:c. 

2^k^v  Evangelical  Psalmist  37G. 

<£v  GOD  OUR  REFUGE -Chant.  CM. 

1.  Dear  refuge  of  my  weary  soul,  On  thee,  when  | 

sorrows  rise  ; 
On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll,  My  |  fainting  | 
hope  re- j  lies. 

2.  To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief,  For  thou  a- 1 Tone  | 

canst  |  heal ;  ' 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief  For  \  ev'ry  |  pain 
I  |  feel. 

3.  Thy  mercy  seat  is  open  still, — Here  let  my  |  soul 

re-treat ; 
With  humble  hope  attend  thy  will,  And  |  wait  be-| 
neath  thy  |  feet. 

^k  q  s\  Eyangellcal  Psalmist  376. 

J^W       PLEADING  FOR  MERCY.-Chant.  C.  M. 

1.  Jesus,  and  didst  thou  condescend, 
When  vail'd  in  |  human  |  clay, 

To  heal  the  sick,  the  lame,  the  blind, 
And  |  drive  dis-jease  a-lway  ? 

2.  Didst  thou  regard  the  beggar's  cry, 
And  give  the  j  blind  to  |  see? 

Jesus,  thou  son  of  David,  hear, — 
Have  1  mercy,  I  too,  on  1  n  e. 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS.  191 

3.  And  didst  thou  pity  mortal  woe. 
And  sight  and  |  health  re- ; store? 

Then  pity,  Lord,  and  save  my  soul, 
Which  |  needs  thy  |  mercy  |  more. 

4.  Didst  thou  regard  thy  servant's  cry, 
When  sinking  |  in  the  |  wave  ? 

I  perish,  Lord  !  oh,  save  my  soul ! 
For  |  thou  a- J  lone  canst  |  save. 


231 


Oriola  2G4,  G.  Shower  100,  S.  S.  Bell,  No.  2—49, 
Fresh  Laurels  141. 


GIVE  THANKS  .-Chant. 
PSALM  CXXXVI. 

1.  O,  give  thanks  unto  the  Lord,  for  he  is  good , 

Cho. — For  his  mercy  endureth  forever. 

2.  O,  give  thanks  unto  the  God  of  gods  ; 

Cho. — For  his  mercy  endureth  forever. 

3.  O,  give  thanks  onto  the  Lord  of  lords ; 

Cho. — For  his  mercy  endureth  forever. 

4.  To  him  who  alone  doeth  great  wonders ; 

Cho. — For  his  mercy  endureth  forever. 

5.  To  him  that  by  wisdom  made  the  heavens ; 

Cho. — For  his  mercy  endureth  forever. 

6.  To  him  that  stretched  out  the  earth  above  the 

waters ; 
Cho. — For  his  mercy  endureth  forever. 

7.  To  him  that  made  great  lights ; 

Cho. — For  his  mercy  endureth  forever. 

8.  The  sun  to  rule  by  day;  the  moon  and  stars  tc 

rule  by  night ; 
Cho. — For  his  mercy  endureth  forever. 

9.  Who  remembered  us  in  our  low  estate ; 

Cho. — For  his  mercy  endureth  forever. 


J  92  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS. 

10.  And  hath  redeemed  us  from  our  enemies; 

Cno. — For  his  mercy  endureth  forever. 

11.  Who  giveth  food  to  all  flesh  ; 

Cno. — For  his  mercy  endureth  forever. 

12.  0;  give  thanks  unto  the  God  of  heaven ; 

Cho. — For  his  mercy  endureth  forever. 

Amen. 

G.  Shower  101,  S.  S.  Bell,  No.  1— GS,  Oriola  257, 
C!.  Promise  109. 


232 


TEE  LOED  IS  MY  SHEPHERD.-Chant. 
PSALM  XXIII. 

1.  The  Lord  is  my  shepherd ;  I  |  shall  not  |  want. 
He  maketh  me  to  lie  down  in  green  pastures :  Ha 

leadeth  me  be-, side  the  |  still —  |  waters. 

2.  He  re-jstoreth  my  |  soul. 

He  leadeth  me  in  the  paths  of  righteousness  |  for 
his  J  name's  |  sake. 

3.  Yea,  though  I  walk  through  the  valley  of  the 

shadow  of  death,  I  will  |  fear  no  |  evil. 
For  thou  art  with  me ;  thy  rod  and  thy  |  staff  they 
|  com -fort  |  me. 

4.  Thou  preparest  a  table  before  me  in  the  |  presence 

. .  of  mine  |  enemies. 
Thou  anointest  my  head  with  |  oil,  my  |  cup . . 
runneth  |  over. 

5.  Surely  goodness  and  mercy  shall  follow  me  all  the 

|  days  of.  .  my  |  life. 
And  I  will  dwell  in  the  house  of  the  I  Lord  for-| 
ever.     A-|men. 

G.  Shower  101,  Glad  Tidings  104,  Oriola  262,  P.  Songs  61, 
^  ^  ^      Fresh  Laurels  1 10,  S.  S.  Bell,  No.  1— G8. 

Jd&&  COME  UNTO  ME-Chant. 

1.  With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around, 
Life  seems  a  dark  and  |  stormy  |  sea : 

Yet,  'midst  the  gloom,  I  hear  a  sound, 
A  heavenly  |  whisper,  |  Come  to  me. 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  103 

2.  It  tells  me  of  a  place  of  rest — 

It  tells  me  where  my  |  soul  may  |  flee: 
Oh  !  to  the  weary,  faint,  opprest, 

How  sweet  the  J  bidding,  |  Come  to  |  me. 

3.  When  nature  shudders,  loth  to  part 
From  all  I  love,  en — jjoy,  and  |  see: 

When  a  faint  chill  steals  o'er  my  heart, 
A  sweet  voice  |  utters,  |  Come  to  |  me. 

4.  Come,  for  all  else  must  fall  and  die, 
Earth  is  no  resting  |  place  for  |  thee : 

Heavenward  direct  thy  weeping  eye, 
I  am  thy  |  portion,  |  Come  to  |  me. 

5.  O,  voice  of  mercy  !  voice  of  love ! 
In  conflict,  grief,  and  |  ago-!ny, 

Support  me,  cheer  me  from  above ! 
And  gently  |  whisper,  |  Come  to  |  me. 

9Q1  H.  Voices  2M. 

iSOtS:        0,  COKE,  LET  US  SING -Chant. 

1.  O,  co^ie,  let  us  sing  un-jto  the  |  Lord; 

Let  us  heartily  rejoice  in  the  |  strength  of  |  our  sal-| 

vation. 
Let  us  come  before  his  presence  |  with  thanks | giving, 
And  show  ourselves  |  glad  in  |  him  with  |  psalms. 

2.  For  the  Lord  is  a  |  great —  |  God; 
And  a  great  |  King  a-bove  |  all  gods. 

In  his  hand  are  all  the  corners  |  of  the  |  earth; 
And  the  strength  of  the  |  hills  is  |  his —  |  also. 

'3.  The  sea  is  his,  |  and  he  |  made  it; 

And  his  hands  pre-  par-ed — the  |  dry..  |  land. 

O,  come,  let  us  worship  |  and  fall  |  down, 

And  kneel  be- | fore  the  |  Lord  our  |  Maker. 

4.  For  he  is  the  |  Lord  our  |  God ; 

And  we  are  the  people  of  his  pasture,  and  the  |  sheep 

of  ]  his —  |  hand. 
O,  worship  the  Lord  in  the  |  beauty . .  of  |  holiness;  • 
Let  the  whole  earth  \  stand  in  |  awe  of  |  him. 

13 


194  SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

5.  Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |    o  the  |  Sen, 

And  |  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost ; 

As  it   was   in   the  beginning,   is   now,   and  |  ever  | 

shall  be, 
"World  |  without  j  end.     A-  men. 


Ch  £>  w  S*  S* IIosaiinjl  u?><  Oriola  268. 

2jOO  I  WILL  LIFT  UP  MINE  EYES,  fcc-Ghant, 

1.  I  will  lift  up  mine  eyes  unto  the  hills,  from  whence 

|  cometh  . .  my  |  help. 

2.  My  help  cometh  from  the  Lord,  which  made  | 

heaven  . .  and  |  earth.] 

3.  He  will  not  suffer  thy  foot  to  be  moved :  he  that 

keepeth  thee  |  will  not  |  slumber. 

4.  Behold,  he  that  keepeth  Israel  shall  neither  |  slum- 

ber . .  nor  |  sleep.  | 

5.  The  Lord  is  thy  keeper :  the  Lord  is  thy  shade 

upon  thy  |  right —  |  hand. 

6.  The  sun  shall  not  smite  thee  by  day,  nor  the  | 

moon  by  |  night. || 

7.  The  Lord  shall  preserve  thee  from  all  evil :   he 

shall  pre- 1 serve  thy  |  soul. 

8.  The  Lord  shall  preserve  thy  going  out,  and  thy 

coming  in,  from  tins  time  forth,  and  even  for  | 
ever- 1  more. 


Oriola  201,  H.  Voices  175.  3Ius.  Leaves  5  and  31,  Casket 

J&O         THE  LORD'S  PRAYER-Ohant. 

1.  Our  Father,  which  art  in  heaven,  |  hallowed  |  be 

thy  |  name  :  | 
Thy  kingdom  come,  thy  will  be  done  on  |  earth,  as 

it  I  is  in  I  heaven 


SUNDAT  6CH  !>0L   HYMNS.  195 

2.  Give  us  this  |  day  our  |  dai-ly  |  bread; 

And  forgive  us  our  trespasses,  as  we  forgive  |  them 
that  |  tres-pass  a-  |  gainst  us; 

3.  And  lead  us  not  into  temptation,  but  de-jliv-er  |  ua 

from  |  evil  ; 
For  thine  is  the  kingdom,  and  the  power,  and  the 
glory,  for-jev-er.  |  A-jmen. 


G.  Shower  50,  S.  S.  Bell,  No.  1—19,  Fresh  Laurels  140, 

Oriola  8,  H.  Voices  35,  G.  Tidings  103,  P.  Songs  109, 

G.  Promise  115. 


237 


JUST  AS  I  AM.— Chant  or  Hymn. 

1.  Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea, 
But  that  thy  blood  was  |  shed  for  |  me, 
And  that  thou  bid'st  me  |  come  to  |  thee, 

O  |  Lamb  of  |  God,  I  |  come ! 

2.  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  |  one  dark  |  blot, 

To  thee,  whose  blood  can  |  cleanse  each  |  spot, 
O  |  Lamb  of  |  God,  I  |  come ! 

3.  Just  as  I  am,  though  toss'd  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  |  many  a  |  doubt, 
Fightings  within,  and  |  foes  with-jout, 

O  |  Lamb  of  |  God,  I  |  come ! 

4.  Just  as  I  am,  poor,  wretched,  blind, — 
Sight,  riches,  healing  |  of  the  |  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  |  thee  I  |  find, — 

O  |  Lamb  of  |  God,  I  |  come ! 

5.  Just  as  I  am,  |  thou  wilt  receive, 
Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  |  cleanse,  re-dieve, 
Eecause  thy  promise  |  I  be-  lieve, — 

O  |  Lamb  of  |  God,  I  |  come ! 

6.  Just  as  I  am,  thy  love,  I  own, 
Has  br(  ken  every  |  barrier  |  down ; 
Kow  to  be  thine,  and  |  thine  a-  lone, 

O  |  Lamb  of  |  God,  I  |  come ! 


196  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 


238- 


Diadem  118. 

'TIS  NOT  FOR  MAN  TO  TRIFLE.— Chant 

1.  'Tis  not  for  man  to  triile !     Life  is  brief  and  j  siii 

is  |  here. 
Our  age  is  but  the  falling  of  a  leaf — A  |  dropping  ] 

tear.ll 
We  have  no  time  to  sport  a-! way  the  |  hours, || 
All  must  be  earnest  in  a  world  like  ours. 

2.  Not  many  lives,  but  only  one  have  we,  one,  |  only 

|  one !  || 
How  sacred  should  that  one  life  ever  be — That  |  nar- 
row |  span  !  || 
Day  after  day  filled  up  with  ]  blessed  |  toil,|| 
Hour  after  hour  still  bringing  in  new  spoiL|| 

3.  Our  being  is  no  shadow  of  thin  air,  no  |  vacant  | 

dream,  ||  * 

No  fable  of  the  things  that  never  were,  but  |  only  | 

seem.  || 
'Tis  full  of  meaning  as  of  |  myste-|ry,|| 
Though  strange  and  solemn  may  that  meaning  be.j| 

4.  Our  sorrows  are  no  phantom  of  the  night,  no  |  idle 

|  tale;  || 
No  cloud  that  flits  along  the  sky  of  light  on  |  summer 

I  gale.ll 
They  are  the  true  reali-  ties  of  |  earth, || 
Friends  and  companions  even  from  our  birth. || 

5.  O,  life  below  !  how  brief,  and  poor,  and  sad  !    One 

|  heavy  |  sigh.|| 
O,  life  above!  how  long,  how  fair  and  glad!     One  | 

endless  |  joy  !" 
Oh  !  to  be  done  with  |  dying  |  here;  || 
Oh  !  to  begin  the  living  in  your  sphere  !  |j 


239 


S.  S.  Boll.  No.  1-116. 

THE  CHILD'S  PRAYER. 

1.   Into  her  chamber  went 
i\  lit^e  child,  one  day, 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNS.  197 

And  by  her  chair  she  knelt, 
And  thus  began  to  pray : 
Jesus,  my  eyes  are  closed, 

Thy  form  I  cannot  see — 
If  thou  art  near  me,  Lord, 
Wilt  thou  not  speak  to  me  ? 
A  still,  small  voice  she  heard  with-; in  her  |  6- ml, 
"  What  is  it,  child  ?     I  hear  thee,  |  tell  me  |  all." 

2.  I  pray  thee,  Lord,  she  said, 
That  thou  wilt  condescend 

To  stay  within  my  heart, 

And  ever  be  my  friend  ; 
The  path  of  life  looks  dark — 

I  would  not  go  astray ; 
Oh,  let  me  have  thy  hand 
To  lead  me  in  the  way. 
"Fear  not,  thou  shait  not  run  the  |  race  a-jlone;" 
She  thought  she  felt  a  soft  hand  |  press  her  |  own. 

3.  They  tell  me,  Lord,  that  all 
The  living  pass  away  ; 

,    The  aged  soon  must  die, 
And  even  children  may; 
Oh,  let  my  parents  live 
Till  I  a  woman  grow ; 
For  if  they  die,  what  can 
A  little  orphan  do  ? 
"Fear  not,  my  child;  whatever  |  ills  may  |  come, 
I'll  not  forsake  thee,  till  I  |  bring  thee  |  home." 

4.  Her  little  prayer  wras  said, 
And  from  her  chamber,  now, 

She  pass'd  forth,  with  the  light 

Of  heaven  upon  her  brow. 
"  Mother,  I've  seen  the  Lord ; 

His  hand  in  mine  I  felt ; 
And  oh,  I  heard  him  say, 
As  by  my  chair  I  knelt, 
Fear  not,  my  child ;  whatever  |  ills  may  |  come, 
I'll  not  forsake  thee  till  I  |  bring  thee  |  home ' " 


198  SUNDAY-SCHOOL    HYMNS. 

ty  A  i\  0rIoI:l  k20L>,  S*  S*  IFcsjl""'*  1*7)  cr  Casket  12G. 
J4U  thy  WILL  BE  DONE.-Chant. 

1.  "THY  will  be  |  done!"  ||  In  devious  way 

The  hurrying  stream  of  |  life  niav  |  run;  || 
Yet  still  our  grateful  hearts  Rhall  say,  | 
"Thy  will  be  |  done."  || 

2.  "Thy  will  be  |  done!"  ||  If  o'er  us  shine 
A  gladd'ning  and  a  |  prosp'rous  |  sun,  || 
This  prayer  will  make  it  more  divine —  I 

(<Thy  will  be  |  done."  || 

3.  "Thy  will  be  |  done!"  ||  Though  shrouded  o'er 
Our  |  path  with  |  gloom,  ||  one  comfort— one 

Is  ours: — to  breathe,  while  we  adore,  | 
"  Thy  will  be  |  done."  || 

^  m  ^  Oriola  240,  Fresh  Laurels  148. 

Z4i  GLOEIA  IN  EXCELSIS. 

TO  THE  FIRST  TART  OF  THE  CHANT. 

1.  Glory  be  to  |  God  on  |  high,  ||  and  on  earth  | 

peace,  good  |  an  ill  towards  |  men. 

2.  We  praise  thee,  we  bless  thee,  we  |  worship  |  thee,  l| 

we  glorify  thee,  we  give  thanks  to  thee  |  for  thy 
great —  |  glory. 

TO  THE  SECOND  PART. 

3.  O   Lord   God,  |  Heavenly  |  King,  ||  God   the  I 
Father  |  Al-  —  |  mighty! 

4.  O  Lord,  the  only-begotten  Son,  |  Jesus  |  Christ,  || 

O  Lord  God,  Lamb  of   God,  I  Son  . .  of    the  I 
Fa—  |  ther !  ' 

TO  THE  THIRD  TART. 

5.  That  takest  away  the  |  sins.,  of  the  |  world,  ||  have 

mercy  up-  |  on —  |  us. 

6.  Thou  that  takest  away  the  |  sins  . .  of  the  |  world,  |; 

h?,ve  mercy  up-  |  on —  |  us. 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL   HYMNfe.  199 

7.  Thou  that  takest  away  the  |  sins . .  of  the  |  world,  Ij 

re-  |  ceive  our  |  prayer. 

8.  Thou  that  sittest  at  the  right  hand  of  |  God  the  | 

Father,  ||  have  mercy  up-  |  on —  |  us. 

TO  THE  FISST  PART. 

9.  For  thou  only  |  art—  |  holy,  ||  Thou  |  only  |  art 

the  |  Lord. 

10.  Thou  only,  O  Christ,  with  the  |  Holy  Ghost,  g 
art   most    high   in   the  |  glory . .  of  |  God  the  | 
Father,  li  A-  I  men. 


242 


8s,  7  s  and  Us. 

1.  Now  is  past  the  time  of  teaching, 
Ended  is  the  hour  we  love, 

Hush'd  the  voice  of  friends,  beseechir.g 
Us  to  seek  for  joys  above ; 

Precious  Sabbaths ! 
Swiftly,  oh,  they  swiftly  move. 

2.  Wake,  then,  every  tender  feeling, 
Ere  from  school  we  go  away ; 

Saviour,  come,  thy  grace  revealing ; 
In  our  hearts  assert  thy  sway: 

Bless  us,  parting, 
On  this  sacred  Sabbath-day. 

3.  Soon  Our  Sabbaths  will  be  ended, 
All  our  Sabbath-schools  be  past; 

Like  ihe  leaf  to  earth  descended, 
Wither' d  in  the  autumn  blast: 

Life  is  passing; 
We  must  see  the  grave  at  last. 

4.  Then  may  heaven  be  beaming  o7er  us 
With  its  glories,  sunny  bright ; 

And  with  millions,  saved  before  us, 
May  we  join,  in  worlds  of  light, 

Praising  Jesus, 
Where  the  Sabbath  knows  no  night 


200  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   H  WAINS, 


213 


L.  3f. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  how! 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below! 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host! 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


2U 


24 


a  3i. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  God,  whom  we  adore, 

Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 

K 

O  &  31. 

Ye  angels  round  the  throne, 
And  saints  that  dwell  below, 

Worshi  j  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 
Anc3  bless  the  Spirit,  too. 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


HYMS 

A  beautiful  home 100 

A  beautiful  home  beyond  the  tide 211 

A  beautiful  land  by  faith  I  see.. Ill 

Above  the  waves  of  earthly  strife 223 

A  home  beyond  the  tide 83 

A  home  in  heaven,  what  a  joyful  thought 20 

Ah,  this  heart  is  void  and  chill 124 

A  land  without  a  storm 121 

Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 27 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 108 

All  night  long,  till  break  of  day 222 

All  the  way. .7 218 

Amid  the  hours  that  rapid  fly 172 

Angel  visits 139 

Angels  are  hovering  round  105 

Angels  singing , 145 

Angels'  welcome 97 

A  poor  wayfaring  man  of  grief 34 

Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven 167 

A  Saviour  ever  near 149 

Away!  away!  not  a  moment  to  linger 208 

Beautiful  land  of  rest 146 

Beautiful  mansions,  home  of  the  blest 213 

Beautiful  river 96 

Beautiful  star  in  heaven  so  bright 193 

Beautiful  Zion,  built  above 74 

Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door 32 

Be  kind  to  thy  father,  for  when  thou  wast  young 36 

By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 153 

By  faith  I  see  my  Saviour  dying , , 180 

Child  of  sin  and  sorrow , 73 

Children,  hear  the  melting  story 35 

Chorus  of  Fire 224 

Christmas  morning , 166 

Come,  children,  and  join  in  our  festival  song 5 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 91 

Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 117 

201 


202  INDEX. 

HVMV 

Come,  let  us  all  unite  to  sing 133 

Come,  let  us  sing  of  Jesus 29 

Come,  oh,  come,  our  festive  day  returning 221 

Come,  0  my  soul,  in  joyous  lays 54 

Come,  poor  pilgrim,  sad  and  weary...., 10.') 

Come,  schoolmates,  con't  grow  weary S 

Come,  thou  A 1  might}  King 85 

Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing 156 

Come  to  Jesus 160 

Come  to  me 196 

Come  to  the  Sabbath-school 3 

Come  unto  me Chant 233 

C<  me,  ye  blessed  of  my  Father 72 

Cross  and  Crown 99 

Dare  to  do  right 161 

Dear  refuge  of  my  weary  soul Chant 229 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep 175 

Die  on  the  field  of  battle 77 

Don't  you  hear  the  angels  coming 109 

Encouragement 219 

Even  me 94 

Fade,  fade  each  earthly  joy  142 

Farewell,  brother,  deep  and  lowly 202 

Father  of  love 165 

Firmly,  brethren,  firmly  stand 77 

Flee  as  a  bird  to  your  mountain 188 

Forbid  them  not 10 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows 119 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 65 

Give  thanks Chant 231 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high Chant 241 

Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb 135 

Glory  to  God  in  the  highest Anthem...   138 

God  is  love 133 

God  our  refuge Chant 229 

God  seen  in  his  works 197 

God  sliced  the  right 13 

Good  tidings 125 

Guide  ine;  0  thou  great  Jeh  )vah 51 

Ilappy  day 28 


INDEX.  203 

nappy  greeting  to  nil 5 

Happy,  happy  meet  we  here 199 

Hark,  hark,  the  battle-cry  is  sounding  o'er  the  hill..  191 

Hark,  the  morning  bells  are  ringing 9 

Hark,  the  sweetest  notes  of  angels  singing 135 

Haste  away 203 

Hear  the  royal  proclamation 33 

Heaven  is  my  home 130 

Heavenly  home 67 

Heavenly  song 122 

He  leacleth  me,  oh,  blessed  thought 6S 

He  who  once  to  earth  came  down 132 

Holy  angels,  in  their  flight 1G9 

Home  of  the  blest 93 

Home,  sweet  home 79 

Homeward  bound 78 

Hosanna,  blessed  is  He  that  cometh Anthem....  137 

Hosanna  to  the  Lamb  of  God..... 54 

How  serious  is  the  charge 56 

How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath  to  me 80 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 16 

Hushed  be  my  murmurings 149 

I  am  so  happy  all  day  long..... 162 

I  am  waiting  by  the  river 226 

If  I  were  a  voice,  a  persuasive  voice 19 

If  you  cannot  on  the  ocean 190 

If  you  will  turn  away  from  sin 30 

I  know  'tis  Jesus  loves  my  soul 195 

I'll  never  forsake  thee,  my  Saviour 170 

I  look  for  storm}''  days 192 

I  love  the  name  of  Jesus , 215 

I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord 90 

I'm  a  lonely  traveller  here 39 

I'm  a  pilgrim 15 

I'm  but  a  stranger  here 130 

I'm  but  a  youthful  pilgrim 218 

I'm  trying  to  climb  up  Zion's  hill 148 

In  the  Christian's  home  in  glory 23 

In  the  mild  and  pensive  twilight 139 

Into  her  chamber  went 239 

I  ought  to  love  my  mother 113 

I  ought  to  love  my  Saviour 120 

Is  it  true  that  I  must  lie 49 

I  stood  outside  the  gate 206 


204.  INDEX. 

nr.My 

I  want,  to  be  in  angel 1  \ 

I  want  to  cross  over 183 

I  want  to  go  where  the  Saviour  reigns 217 

I  want  to  join  the  ransomed 1S7 

I  was  a  wandering  sheep 150 

I  will  lift  up  mine  eyes  unto  the  hills Chant 235 

Jacob's  prayer 222 

Jerusalem,  forever  bright   146 

Jesus,  and  didst  thou  condescend? Chant 230 

Jesus,  dear,  I  come  to  thee 21G 

Jesus,  I  come  to  thee,  a  wand'rer 214 

Jesus  is  King 132 

Jesus  is  mine 142 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul 89 

Jesus  loves  me,  this  I  know 168 

Jesus  the  water  of  life  will  give 205 

Joyful  away  to  Pisgah's  mountain 220 

Joyful  evermore 154 

Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward  we  move 75 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea Chant 237 

Kindly  and  graciously,  prompted  by  love 144 

Kind  words  are  never  lost * 71 

Kind  words  can  never  die  45 

Let  me  die  in  the  harness 225 

Let  me  go  where  saints  are  going 70 

Little  children,  can  you  tell 166 

Little  sunbeams  we'll  away. 157 

Little  travellers  Ziunward 40 

Look  for  the  promised  land 1S9 

Looking  home 124 

Lord,  I  hear  of  showers  of  blessings 94 

Lord,  I  would  own  thy  tender  care 24 

Love  at  home 87 

Marching  along 114 

Marching  on 143 

Mary  to  the  Saviour's  tomb 84 

Mercy's  free ISO 

Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  complaints 79 

Morn  of  Zion's  glory 69 

Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone 99 

My  Bible,  'tis  a  book  divine (53 

TVfv   nrkiintr-ir      'tic    i\f    tlior>                                                                                110 


INDEX.  205 

HYMN 

My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by 98 

My  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair 182 

My  home  is  in  heaven,  my  rest  is  not  here 97 

My  home  is  there 223 

My  latest  sun  is  sinking  fast 115 

My  Saviour's  throne1 217 

Nearer  home 179 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee.... 62 

Never  forget  the  Sabbath-school 200 

No  mortal  eye  that  laud  hath  seen 136 

Nothing,  either  great  or  small 161 

Now  condescend,  Almighty  King 18 

Now  is  past  the  time  of  teaching 242 

Now  to  heaven  our  prayer  ascending , 13 

Now  we  lift  our  tuneful  voices 128 

0,  come,  let  us  sing  unto  the  Lord Chant 234 

O'er  the  hills  the  sun  is  setting 179 

Oft  as  I  rove,  in  thoughtless  mood 81 

0,  give  thanks  unto  the  Lord Chant 231 

O  golden  hereafter 224 

Oh,  come,  let  us  sing ' 12 

Oh,  come  to  the  Saviour,  dear  children,  to-day 11 

Oh,*  come  ye,  oh,  come  ye,  in  youth's  sunny  time 184 

Oh,  give  me  a  harp  on  the  bright  hills  of  glory 129 

Oh,  had  I  fleet  wings  like  a  dove 140 

Oh,  have  you  not  heard  of  that  realm  of  delight 183 

Oh,  remember  the  Sabbath-school 86 

Oh,,  say,  shall  we  meet  you  all  there 155 

Oh,  sing  to  me  of  heaven 61 

Oh,  there  is  a  river  whose  fresh  waters  flow 48 

Oh,  turn  ye,  oh,  turn  ye,  for  why  will  ye  die 76 

Oh,  we  are  volunteers  in  the  army  of  the  Lord 141 

Oh,  when  shall  I  dwell  in  a  mansion  all  bright 93 

Oh,  who  is  my  neighbor,  pray  tell  me 134 

Oh,  why  do  I  find  it  so  hard  to  do  right? 82 

One  there  is  above  all  others 95 

Only  waiting  till  the  shadows 210 

On  the  mountain's  top  appearing 152 

O  teacher,  sad  and  weary ,., 219 

Our  bark  is  afloat  on  Time's  rough  sea 196 

Our  Father,  which  art  in  heaven Chant 236 

Our  loving  Redeemer,  we  trust  in  thy  word 60 

Out  on  an  ocean  all  boundless  we  ride 78 


201)  INDEX. 

wmtn 

Parting  hymn 112  &  15? 

Pence,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive  moan 66 

Pilgrims  on  the  burning  band 1S9 

Pleading  for  mercy ('hunt 2o0 

Pleasant  is  the  Sabbath  bell ■ 25 

Please  to  watch  us.  Messed  Saviour 112 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  now 243 

Prayer,  sweet  prayer (  bant 228 

Preserved  by  thine  almighty  power 28 

Rest  for  the  weary 23 

Resting  by-and-by 212 

Hock  of  ages ^ 

Sabbath-schools  must  have  their  concert 6 

Safely  through  another  week 52 

Saviour,  like  a  Shepherd  lead  us 106 

Shall  hymns  of  grateful  love 109 

Shall  we  gather  at  the  river (J6 

Shall  we  know  each  other  there? 58 

Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river 181 

Shall  we  sing  in  heaven  forever? 22 

Shout  the  tidings  of  salvation....... 125 

i  9  97 

Sing  to  me,  mother z~< 

Speed  away,  speed  away,  happy  soul  of  the  blest 127 

Stand  up  for  Jesus W  &  186 

Star  of  the  evening **j| 

Sunday-school  recruiting  song 2 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer •  ••••  26 

Sweet  land  of  rest*. % 1°2 

Sweetly  the  Sabbath  bell 203 

Sweet  rest  in  heaven 8 

The  angels  in  the  air l*j 

The  angels  there  will  teach  us 126 

The  beautiful  gate Jj*4 

Th:  beautiful  shore I'4 

The  Bible  and  the  Sunday-school 201 

The  bright  hills  of  glory J29 

The  children  are  gathering  from   lear  and  from  far...  114 

The  child's  prayer 2-j(J 

The  Christian's  dear  home *■*« 

The  conflict JS 

The  echo  chorus 1^ 

Thi  evergreen  shore y" 


INDEX.  207 

HYMN 

The  glorious  prospect 172 

The  happy  throng . 211 

The  joyous  chorus 187 

The  land  beyond  the  river 136 

The  land  of  Beuluh 115 

The  lion  of  Judah 57 

The  Lord  is  my  shepherd Chant 232 

The  Lord  is  my  shepherd,  how  happy  am  1 88 

The  Lord's  prayer Chant 236 

The  river  of  life 48 

The  royal  proclamation 33 

The  Saviour  calls,  let  every  ear..  21 

The  shining  shore 98 

The  song  of  angels 55 

The  still  small  voice 81 

The  Sunday-school  army  has  gathered  once  more....  185 

The  Sunday-school,  that  blessed  place 1 

The  Sunday-school,  the  Sunday-school 201 

Then  shall  the  King  say  unto  them 72 

There  is  a  beautiful  world 37,  208 

There  is  a  fountain,  filled  with  blood 64 

There  is  a  happy  land 41 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 31 

There  is  beauty  all  around 87 

There'll  be  something  in  heaven  for  children  to  do...  159 

There's  a  beautiful  home  for  thee,  brother 100 

There's  a  beautiful  shore  where  the  loved  ones  are,  &c.  174 

There's  a  country,  dear  children,  of  endless  delight..  122 

There's  a  cry  from  Macedonia 147 

There's  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee,  brother 104 

There's  a  song  the  angels  sing 55 

There's  a  voice  in  the  air,  a  still,  small  voice 176 

There's  not  a  star  whose  twinkling  light 197 

There,  there  is  rest 103 

This  life  is  a  battle  'gainst  Satan  and  sin 177 

Through  the  world  we're  marching  on 154 

Thvwill  be  done Chant 240 

'Tis  not  for  man  to  trifle Chant 23S 

To-day  the  Saviour  calls 50 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost 244 

To  our  dear  Sabbath-school  there  ought  many  to  come      2 

To  the  heavenly  land '. 126 

Traveller,  whither  art  thou  going? 121 

Tribute  of  praise 47 

'Xwas  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  who  died  on  the  tree 57 


208  INDEX. 

HYMW 

Walk  in  tile  light 25 

Watching  on  Judea's  plain 151 

Watchman,  tell  me,  does  the  morning 116 

We  are  but  young,  yet  we  may  sing 17 

We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour 103 

We  are  joyously  voyaging  over  the  main 92 

We  are  little  sunbeams 15S 

We  are  out  on  an  ocean  sailing S3 

We  are  waiting  by  I  he  river 178 

We  bring  no  glittering  treasures 47 

We  have  come  rejoicing 131 

We  know  not  what's  before  us 123 

Welcome  news 152 

We'll  wait  till  Jesus  comes 1S2 

We're  nearer  home 123 

We're  travelling  home  to  heaven  above 53 

We  seem  to  hear  a  voice  of  praise 207 

"We  shall  meet  no  moie  to  part 198 

"We  shall  sleep,  but  not  forever 171 

We  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest 209 

What  are  these  soul-reviving  strains 38 

Whene'er  I  take  my  walks  abroad 118 

When  faint  and  weary  toiling 212 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 107 

When  life's  labor-song  is  sung 194 

When  little  Samuel  woke 42 

When  many  to  the  Saviour's  feet 10 

When,  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain .  173 

When,  of  old,  sweet  angels  singing 145 

When  Sabbath's  sacred  morning  light 204 

When  shall  we  meet  again 46 

When  torn  is  the  bosom  with  sorrow  and  care. ..Chant.  22d 

When  we  bear  the  music  ringing 58 

Where  do  children  love  to  go? 7 

Where  do  j'ou  journey,  my  brother 155 

Whither,  pilgrims,  arc  you  going? 101 

Who  shall  sing,  if  not  the  children  ? 14 

Will  you  go? 53 

With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around Chant 233 

Ye  angels  round  the  throne 245 

Yes,  dear  Sabbath  school,  1  love  thee 4 

Yes,  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking 43 

Your  mission 190 


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